But That could also be because I hadnt had anything to eat or drink- Or maybe because I havent slept in the last forty-eight hours. It has been Raining heavily since then and the torment of the falling drops on the window pane is like a whip lashing for me as I sit by the window, delirious hoping to catch a Glimpse of her.
It has been Forty-eight hours since the rain started, it's the heaviest in ten years I heard the chap say on the weather channel and it's likely to continue.
And these hours have been the Toughest
-Not being able to see my Love-
But wait-what is this I see? A light- a faint one inside the bakery- It must be her; It has to be her...
I stumble down the Staircase, run through the Alley, crossing the road; all wet by the Rain but kept warm by the love burning inside me.
I know what you are thinking that it's such a Cliché. But for some Clichés are the closest to the Truth.
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The Pursuit of Love
Short StoryRead a Love Story of a Guy Who could not express his Feelings to the Girl he Loved!
