Well, now Harry had been in London for 4 years and each month was filled with days of my tears. We were sixteen when his first glance was captured at a blink of an eye by me. I had recently started reading this book and obviously, I had fallen for the fictional character named John Ambrose McClaren lately. The day he entered my psychology class, I was stolen by his glance. The fact that my focus was on my studies and his focus was on finding troubled crisis absolutely disgusted me and why wouldn't it. Flirting was the colour that he painted on his walls, well aware of the fact that my ignorance still stood tall. Not responding to any of his texts and calls, still wondering why is he after me out of all the girls. Well maybe because he saw something in me, alright alright I know that's bullshit. I was never impressed by him acing my tests but soon enough we became friends. The accidental journey from friends to becoming 'the one' later, umm can I say it all started with a letter?
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His letter
RomanceAfter long awaited days of misery, I finally got a letter which I will be worshipping for the rest of my life. It was his letter. He the one who I pray, he the one whose thoughts in my mind lay, he the one who brings me sun and rain. I have alot of...
