It became an habit like talking to him and spending my whole day with him.As I have mentioned earlier all these years I have been wanting for someone who could relate me, who loves chicken biryani and not burger, who listens to Bollywood music and not Pop music and Harris was the sole example of it❤️
We weren't couples but we just made sure what was liked by each other and I also told him that I am so much obsessed about these blue roses. Each and every novel says that as time passes the people they admire would eventually pass and then there is me who's still stuck with a guy who doesn't even know how much I like him nor he knows how much I stalk him and checks out his social media accounts like no one else not even his ex. He always says that I'm his very first friend in LA but how can I tell him that deep down there's something which has reserved a special place in my heart for him. Once a wise man told me, "If you love someone, you not only like them but also the little things they do" and then there is this guy who just makes my heart skip a beat by his one alluring smile❤️. Words just can't explain how pretty cute and *AMAZING* he looks when he pulls back his black wavy hair, when his shiny brown eyes keeps searching something and lastly his veins which is seen while he cuffs up his sleeves and makes me go like "Oh boy🤤" Call me whatever you want but nobody can describe about someone this perfectly as I did. At times I just question myself, "Are you totally ok to just keep it within yourself?".
To be continued
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Teen FictionThis story is about Aleena who has moved to Los Angeles, California after her elementary school. It's hard for her to get into this English culture as everything seems new to her since the day she landed in LA, she still wishes to go to her hometown...
