Hmm. I told her. I told her that I like her. It was such a
relief. I mean Wow!. It felt amazing. It felt amazingly light. I mean all of that tension looming over my head went off. Like 'poof' this cloud of tension burst and drenched me in the rain of relief. I didn’t ask her out or anything but I
just told her that I like her and that is it. I'm pretty sure that she doesn't. Just for the simple reason that I've never been that guy for whom you'd fall for as soon as you see him. I'm no prince charming. I'm just a normal guy whom you might never notice. My existence is bleak. My name unknown. My shadows wander with the rain and the snow.
I am that orthodox old style lover. I believe in that all love you for what you are type stuff. Yes, I know it is lame at times(or maybe always) but I don't really care. I believe in what I want to. As I mentioned I'm not the guy a girl would fall immediately. Never in the first go at least.
It’s not even that I'm not gifted on the looks, it's just that it has been this way ever since.
Coming back to this girl, I’m waiting for her to give me one hint (preferably a
positive one, in which I realize that she likes me (and she actually does))
so, yeah. I’m waiting. But right now, in this moment, I’m not sad rather I’m
content, prou, about the fact that I went to her and I told her- "Look, I like you".
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