My mother took out her car because my grandparents house was too damn far from my bus stop and my life wasn't a sophisticated English novel. And there I saw him everyday the boy I gave my heart to. I think I loved him the moment I saw his eyes , those sea green masterpieces of life. They were an awe to behold .
They looked like a pale emerald in which a flower was blooming. I never believed in crap like love but I felt it every time I saw him. The boy I dared to love was named Manik which means ruby .
Author's Note-----
So hello anyone reading it , I'm a bibliophile and always dreamt of writing a novel on my personal heartbreak so there it goes .....................