This very moment I have only one thought running in my mind. And this thought has completely disturbed me.
WHERE ARE YOU?
You were not there during arrival, I couldn't find you in the field, actually you were not there in the entire campus. My eyes were searching for you in a sea of people. They always will. But I couldn't find you. Where the hell were you today. Doesn't matter. I can follow you till hell to find you. But just send me your tracking address that I can at least know where you eventually are.
I don't want to know why you were not there, but I wish you were there. I felt like I was in vicious circle. And when I got to know that you were not there I was aimless and pointless. I didn't wanted to be at school anymore. I continuously wished that you could teleport yourself just besides be or else I wanted to get back home.
I wanted to get rid of myself and those nongermane thoughts and wanted to concentrate on you. I wanted to penetrate through the walls and reach you any way. Else it was vague. I was unable to handle the morose and somber me. I was kind of out of sorts; in the dumps.
Numerous assumptions.
"Maybe he is busy with his new girlfriends." "Oh god! I hope he is not sick." "I guess he is out for an excursion". "conceivably, It must be a family day out" ."He is too lazy to wake up early morning, shall be sleeping". "Hellya! Did any teacher want to check his notebooks?". "It mayhap that there was a test"
So you know what confusions I had. But this grave problem could have only one panacea-YOU. I wanted you in front of my eyes. The thirst of my eyes was increasing and it still has not ended. It is weekend and I don't till what long I have to wait. Physically and emotionally. Every minute feels like and hour. Every hour feels like a day. Every day feels like forever. But I will wait forever and a day.
So the moral of the story is that I am not the one you chose. But at the end a part of me will always be waiting for you. And somewhere, you know, waiting is incredible. Because, you are truly the best thing I have waited for.
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A MIRACLE IN DISGUISE
Teen FictionI feel the urge to write, to spill all of my blood over papers, building the empire of my sad madness from the flesh of my heart and the unfinished breaths of my soul. I feel the urge to tear my heart apart and then spread it on paper, write with my...
