It's not that she didn't have crushes
That's natural
Crushes come and go
Probably a thousand
But that very moment
When she saw him first
At the age of nine
Comes back
Every time she sees him
That slow breeze.....
That music in the air.....
That same feeling strikes her
Again and again
And every time she sees him
It feels like the first.
Every time he stands tall in front of her
She forgets about what's around
It's just him and her
Nothing else exists
Or ever existed
Coz he completes her world
He fills up all the emptiness
It's either him, or no one
No matter how many crushes
No matter how many boys
She gets mad for
Whenever she comes back to him
She falls in love
With that same old love for him
