Dear Aditi,
I thought I knew what love was. I mean, I have read enough shoujo manga and fluffy fanfictions to know. But turns out I never did. Until now.
It painful, and yet I refuse to leave it alone. She makes me feel something unexplainable. And I know that is would make sense if I pursued her, or got some intention of being with her. But I honestly don't want to unless it comes knocking on my door.
You must be thinking this is a dumb idea, and it probably is. But I have my reasons. One, my education and the university I want to get into is more important than love. Two, if I were with her I know I would he bunking periods. Three, we will probably end up in different places after two years- and that makes it feel like this love has a time stamp.
I talk about myself a lot, not enough about you. I miss randomly hugging you all the time. I miss those morning where I would come to your class until the last second that the teacher was in class. I miss coming to your house all the time. I miss you.
With Love,
Upa.
I thought I knew what love was. I mean, I have read enough shoujo manga and fluffy fanfictions to know. But turns out I never did. Until now.
It painful, and yet I refuse to leave it alone. She makes me feel something unexplainable. And I know that is would make sense if I pursued her, or got some intention of being with her. But I honestly don't want to unless it comes knocking on my door.
You must be thinking this is a dumb idea, and it probably is. But I have my reasons. One, my education and the university I want to get into is more important than love. Two, if I were with her I know I would he bunking periods. Three, we will probably end up in different places after two years- and that makes it feel like this love has a time stamp.
I talk about myself a lot, not enough about you. I miss randomly hugging you all the time. I miss those morning where I would come to your class until the last second that the teacher was in class. I miss coming to your house all the time. I miss you.
With Love,
Upa.
P.S. I am writing this in the cab, and the driver is playing the funniest hindi songs.
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