It's been four months now.
I have died each day waiting for something impossible to happen.
You're not over her, but you're still staring at me like I am something very shiny! Very valuable, though I am not really. I hate you for doing that! For making my heart do the backflips, every damn time!
You're getting my hopes up!
You're getting on my nerves!
And I hate you!
I hate you for making me think that I am someone who is special to you. It's all because of that stupid stares! Could you just please say something to me? Try to approach and talk to me? Just to confirm that those stares meant nothing! That those two longing eyes were not meant for me to read! That I should stop being malicious over your stares and stop all this nonsense falling in love damn thing!
But I love you! I do.
It's breaking me.
I went home early that day and called sick the next.
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Over Again
RomanceWould you believe that a "stare" could make someone fall in love? Asha met someone from her new work as an editor in a famous magazine. Someone whom she has grown to like and love out of her curiousities when his eyes landed on hers one day. Stari...
