I tried to be her friend for the next six months. She was very happy but I wasn’t. Every time she used to talk to any boy it used to burn me like hell inside. Sometimes she would tell me how funny some guy in her class was, or how cute some guy in her batch was, and I wanted to go with an AK-47 and shoot both, the funny and the cute guys. This clearly suggested that I couldn’t just be her friend. I told Asheesh and Fattu about it and they advised me to tell her clearly about my feelings, but I couldn’t even do that because I was afraid of losing her entirely and felt it was better to be her friend rather than lose all contact with her.
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