I am single. And have always been so since the day I took birth.
All or say 98% of my friends have or had been in a relationship. And it does make me upset. And sometimes maybe super upset. I'll not lie.
I don't know why I behave weirdly when it comes to boys. I have a reason, though. But still. Whenever a boy show any kind of interest in me, I start behaving weirdly, like I'll be rude, ignorant and disinterested..no matter if he is a good boy, a flirt or even my crush! It does upsets me later for being a total mad person. But it is who I am. I just don't let anyone come close to me. I don't even discuss about my crush with my best friend. Like yeah. I just don't.
And that's why my crush once called me mysterious. Coming to my crush, he is my friend. I have had crush on him for like 3 years. A long time..yes!
And unfortunately he has been single for this amount of time, otherwise it would have been easier for me to just move on. Hah!Though I don't mind being an introvert but it seriously annoys me sometimes when you want to say something to some person but you just can't.
I really don't have high hopes for my feelings towards him.
Toh bohot ho gya devdas pana.
No more Of it now.Coming to people in my life. Umm..My parents. They are the only couples in my home. According to my father Valentine's day is not for married couples. And for the unmarrieds, they should try to focus on their career and studies. You see.These silly things does nothing but distracts you. So going by my Father's point of view, Valentine's day is nonexistent. I told you. Outdated customs and mindsets. Me and my father's point of view are like the two opposite poles. That's why we are never really on nice terms.
Well just leave this now.💖💖💖💖
There are many best moments of love.
Love is not only having a boyfriend or girlfriend.
Its love,
when a little girl puts her energy to give dad a head massage.Its love,
when a wife makes tea for husband and take a sip before him.Its love,
when a mother gives her son the best piece of cake.Its love,
when your friend holds your hand tightly on a slippery
road.Its love,
when your brother messages you and asks did you reach home on time..Love is not just a guy holding a girl and going around the city.
Love is actually a name of "care".
And to me love is trust, respect and care combined in a small package called a jackpot. You are lucky if you hit it at the right time, right place and the right person.Happy valentines Day 💞 to all the reader out there reading this on the other side of the screen.
I'll just say keep loving yourself. If you don't love yourself you won't be able to love others. So, all the singles out there..shower tonnes of love, hugs and happiness on yourself. Cause you are worth it.
And yes don't be hard on yourself. Be kind.
I wish you get your soulmate really soon. Like really soon;)
Byee..
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Journal Of Little Indian Girl.
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