Torn.

love found them.

Adira:

It had been around three months since we had been talking on chat and call. It was hard meeting him since I had classes and school. He had college and classes too. But we kept an update about each other. Ahaan Shah wasn't anything I thought he was. He was perfect. To me he was sweet and cared about me. Or so I felt. Either way it was fun to talk to him and we had a lot in common be it music or food or movies. To the people he loved, he never failed to show it. He was there for them and cared like they were his responsibility. I loved his nature. Maybe I shouldn't have made an assumption just yet. But I was glad I talked to him.

He was the funniest guy I met. I practically never got bored of him. All I wanted to do was talk to him. He was amazing in whatever he tried. I often went to the local park to watch him play football. He was always there sweaty and falling and I warned him to play slow. I was certain he would break his neck someday. I loved when he wore his red jersey. He looked really good in it. Infact Ahaan Shah was something to look at red jersey or no. He had thick glossy black hair and his dimple was drool worthy. He used to give me this crocked smile and all I could do was stare at him and just go on staring at him. He was tan and although he didn't have abs as such he had a muscular body and anything he wore looked great on  him. He was very good with fashion unlike most guys I knew. He was always well dressed and matched whatever he wore.
To say I admired him was an understatement. I loved the person that he was.

Ahaan:

Adira. She ruled my mind twenty-four seven. She was everything I thought she would be. Her laugh was really musical. And she talked a lot. It would always be me listening to her while she went on and on about something that caught her eye. I replayed our conversations in my mind about a hundred times. Like the last on. I called her yesterday as she left her classes :
Hi Adira

Hiiiiii

Did u leave?

Yesssssss

Okay. So what are you doing this evening.

Oh nothing as such. Oh my goodness look at that girl. She's sooooo cute. Oh she's smiling at me ....

Oh..thats cute..so i was thinking..

That dog is scaring her. Why on earth are kids so cute...

Well....

Oh you were saying..?

Lets meet up...?

Cool...now..?

Now...?

Yeah I am free.

Ok

I met her and it was still the same. Her talking and me being her dutiful listener paying attention to every single detail. I was really in love. Wow. After the girls in past I thought all girls loved gifts and sparkly things. But she seemed different. She loved sparkly things, no doubt there. She loved the sparkle in peoples eyes when they were happy. She loved how the stars were sparkly on a dark night. She loved how the rain drops were sparkly when they fell down. Yes. She loved sparkly things. And gifts, ofcourse. And no suprise her favourite gifts were books. More books. Some more even. Or maybe a set of coloured gel pens. Her only addiction related to makeup were lipsticks. She loved them. So much it made me feel she loved them more than the world. She had loads of them and never stopped buying more. But that was her. Yes. That's Adira. My Adira.