"My legs are hurting," she said, a small teardrop forming in her eyes.
Mine too — but the minute I saw her face, every bone in my legs got a strong tranquilizer. They were suddenly ready to race Usain Bolt and climb Everest.
"You're the one who said, 'Shall we walk to the temple?' which is, by the way, 5 km from our college," I said, with a mix of harshness and sarcasm.
"I'm sorry...", she mumbled like a little girl who got caught doing something mischievous.
"You know I can't stay mad at you," I said, my frustration melting away.
Instantly, her face lit up like a floodlight. I felt like this light could brighten my darkest days.
Then suddenly the breeze hit us. Her hair got loose. I used to make fun of it, saying she looked like Medusa — the villain who turns people to stone when they see her hair. And honestly, I was half right. She could stop people with her hair, but she wasn't evil. She was an angel.
Stopping my train of thought, a cold wind gushed again — this time even stronger.
"It's too cold, right?" she asked, rubbing her hands, shivering.
So I gave her my sweater.
But what I really wanted was to wrap her in my arms.
She laughed and suddenly said, "Thanks, hero."
I looked into her eyes. Until I met her, I didn't know eyes could smile.
Everyone says her smile is beautiful and unique — but I never saw it, because her eyes always stole my attention before her lips ever got the chance.
Suddenly, she fell, tripping in the dark. My heart stopped — and then started again.
I gave her my hand. She looked at me again — my heart stopped again.
Maybe I'm the only person who had two heart attacks in the span of one minute.
The streetlight turned on.
My heart started shouting, "We'll never get this atmosphere again! Grab her waist, kiss her lips, propose to her RIGHT NOW!"
"O hello, if she pushes you, we'll definitely have a sexual assault case in our name!" my brain screamed.
"Don't do anything stupid, Jay!"
But then my heart whispered, "What if she says yes?"
This time, my brain had no answer.
She slowly got up, still looking into my eyes.
I could feel my breathing — and hers too.
Her cheeks turned red like an apple.
"I have to go," she said and turned away.
Not this time. My heart begged me. I made up my mind.
I held her hand.
She stopped — and so did my heart.
My heart said, "Okay, if you make me stop one more time, I'll stop completely."
I wasn't in the mood to listen anymore. I was in the mood to speak.
She turned slowly to face me.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her close — close enough to feel her breath.
For the first time, I couldn't look into her eyes.
So I looked down.
"Hello there," I whispered, greeting her lips.
They always said her smile was intoxicating — they were right.
Involuntarily, I kissed her.
She tasted like strawberries.
I generally don't like strawberries — but I loved this one.
I couldn't stop. It felt like my lips were stuck to hers with Fevicol.
My brain suddenly jumped up and yelled, "She didn't push!"
He started running around my whole body celebrating.
But then my lungs interrupted:
"Bro, we know you're desperate, we know you love her — but let her breathe! Let us breathe! Or this kiss will be your last!"
So I stopped.
I opened my eyes. I didn't even know when I closed them.
I used to wonder why people close their eyes while kissing.
From now on, I'll never question it again.
I leaned closer again.
In a split second, I saw her eyes closing too.
But this time, I moved to her ear and whispered:
"I've been dying to say this for a long time. I'm in love with you."
There — I said it.
I pulled back and stared at her, dying for her response.
She still had her eyes closed.
My heart started racing; I could hardly breathe.
Her lips curved into a smile and she opened her mouth to speak.
My entire body became ears.
I had waited years for this moment.
Then suddenly...
A rush of water fell on me.
I opened my eyes.
A rabbit-faced man was standing in front of me.
I jumped off my bed.
"Wake up, asshole! You have project review today. You're already late!" he yelled.
I finally came to my senses.
Where am I? What am I doing?
I opened my laptop and started making my project report —
with a smile that stayed on my face the whole day.
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