My hope for a day of love...
Sitting on the third bench when I always stared at you....your eyes looked at her. But I kept my hope alive thinking that some day you will look back and my eyes would try to escape the spark of your gaze.I waited ..Waited a lot. Then, an enemy called * distance* took away you from me... without warning. And propensity for that one gaze of you flew away with as many miles I moved away!! . I compelled the wind around me to take a drop of tear from my eyes and mix it in you and fly ..fly ...fly as far as possible ..and finally when you reach their, sprinkle it on him .May be the drops of my tear would remind him of this stupid and geek girl.But the days passed and this wind never heard me and we grew up.I hardly cared about the way I was changing and how the puberty is playing on me . May...