well, that's pretty much my story. it hardly qualified as a story i know, but the climax begins now. the beginning of the end. i sit alone in my dormitory and wish i could go back in time and relive all the beautiful memories we shared.
22.09.2013: first held our hands
there's nothing much to say about it but i keep replaying that scene the entire time. how his big and warm hand fit perfectly in mine and the feeling that he's never going to let me go. the evening was a bit chilly and how comfortable and warmth i felt when we were sitting so close to each without an inch gap. we didn't let go off each other for like, two and half continuous hours.its funny how things used to be during that time. look at me now, all there's left for me to do is relive those moment
26.12.2013: our first fight
i clearly remember this incident and trust me, i don't like to replay that moment. it was the first time we fought. Riddhima says that no relationship is qualified as the best one until or unless there has no healthy fight. it's true. i'm glad that i had mine. at that moment i thought, this was all over and stuff but then i realize soon that it wasn't. just a fall out. nothing to worry about, he would say whenever i talked about this topic to him. then again, he would wrap his big arm around me told me not to worry about it.
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A thing called love
Teen FictionA heartbroken girl's story, where she depicts her feelings and thoughts about that someone, who meant everything to her and how everything changed with time... how everything came to an end. Note to readers: I wrote this when I was 14 so please fo...
