Who knows how did it start. When did it start. Whoa, it's my relationship, I should remember, right? Frankly, I don't. And why do I? I have her now. I've finally realised how do people breathe properly now. Wanna know how is it in love? It's like peace.
I certainly don't remember how did I start talking to her. It was a whatsapp message, mine first. We talked. She used to play basketball. I play soccer. Okay, some similarity there. Next, she didn't like bitching. I liked it again. I was my usual nerdy self till...
Till I don't know. Till she made me comfortable with her. I have a habit of staying up like an owl, and she used to go nap at twelve. Hell, that was the worst part of my life almost a month ago. When she used to leave. I became comfortable around her. Or she made me comfortable around her. God knows what, I tried something cheesy.

What?

I don't remember. Seriously. Else, I would've written that.
She responded. Affirmative. And I didn't know why. At the first place, I didn't knew why was she ever replying to a fake king-nerd as me. Increasing the radius of my eyeballs in disbelief, I scanned my messages, top to bottom.
Hell, they were good.
Confident.
Cheesy.
Flirty.
Honest.
My dislike were hers. And she had an acceptance to the things I like. And I didn't like it without her.

Good. I don't know why. I didn't knew how. But, she is going to be mine, I ordered myself.
She was all I could ask for. All I could wish for. All I could never dream of.
The question arose, how the shit do I talk to her in college? I talk less, and my friends know that. I don't utter a word without a reason. Or when I seriously need to screw someone. I haven't put that vocabulary on display, though.

It was a monday. Even though I wanted to, I didn't talk. Because I couldn't talk. At this point, I was behaving like a mess. Drool, stare and get caught by the BEE teacher. This was my life for the next few days. I learned to accept that. But ofcourse, she wasn't going to give somebody a chance on the basis of his whatsapp messages. I was fighting a lost battle. But I wanted to fight. And somehow, I didn't wanted to lose.

Why?

I didn't knew till then.
I decided to carry on with the game of dare to stare. I had to have her attention. However cheap it may sound, this was my last option. As good as it was going, I didn't knew where to take our conversation. Wow, I indeed fucked all the levels of stupidity there.

What did I wanted? A relationship? Seriously? Do I go for it? Will she fall for a not-so-good-looking-me? Am I screwing myself thinking of this shit? And, where the fuck are my answers?

They came walking to me.

Her. She. My ex-like-something. My heartbeat became erratic. The old tsunami of emotions came hitting back to me. My face fumed, my fingers balled into a fist, ready to destroy anything coming my way.

She was coming to me.

My tablet vibrated inside my pocket.

I reached for it whilst still looking at her. She smiled as if nothing had happened earlier. The fact is, I could smile back. I reached for my tablet, pretending as if actually nothing happened earlier.

Wannabe girlfriend:
Reached home?

Oh. I was, neutralised. My erratic heartbeat came to a standstill and infact, picked up such a rhythm that even I was enjoying it.

"No. Still walking." I replied.

I knew where I had to walk. Towards her. She didn't made my heart go wild like a cheetah, she soothed it. She could just stop it if she wanted to. But she made it beat like a human. I guess she just wanted me to live.

Live for her.
Live with her.

- boysimple9927

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