An Open Letter Tale

He was just a know-nothing boy to her. 
When he saw her for the first time, he was in daze. She was wearing her little black dress, she looked simple but all the more graceful in the evening light. She thought she was not beautiful enough. She was poetry. He loved her all the very same. 
When everyone sat down together for a drink, he was excited. She was sitting right beside him, so gorgeous and elegant. She thought she was not social enough. She was good enough to initiate a conversation. He loved her all the very same. 
When the two went out for a walk, she was apprehensive about the pessimistic and judgmental society. She stomped angrily away from him for not understanding her. But, he did. She looked cute even though she was mad. He loved her all the very same. 
When the moonlight touched her face, she was glowing. They were in a garden under the moonlight as the night passed away. She playfully shoved him away as he teased her. A slight smile could be seen from her blind-spot. He was mesmerized by her beauty. He loved her all the very same. 
When she hugged him tight, he felt empathetic. An air of melancholy surrounded them as she muttered, “Neither of us will be this very person or remember any of this moment when we wake up tomorrow, will we?” He hugged her tight never intending to let go. He felt contended because he remembered. Nevertheless, he loved her all the very same. 
But, he was just a know-nothing boy to her.

Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 16, 2018 at 9:24 AM

    She will surely blush after reading it !
    And I'll again repeat it "Love is in the air"
    Good job.

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  2. UnknownJuly 18, 2018 at 6:21 AM

    Kudos amigo! Loved it! :3

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  3. UnknownJanuary 11, 2019 at 9:32 AM

    Love story?😆

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    1. Tong Man ThapaJanuary 14, 2019 at 5:46 AM

      It's just a tale. But, I'll leave all that to your imagination. 😉

      Delete

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