I love Him. I can’t explain it. He makes me so happy. He understands me, my feelings. He’s stuck by my side and our bond is still strong, even after he and his girlfriend (my friend) break up. I think I love him for that. For not changing even after a hard period. For liking me and still interacting with me even after our mutual friend is gone.

I met him on a warm fall day. It was the transitional weather from the summer heat to the cool fall. I met him in the most usual way. There was a bunch of us and we all introduced ourselves. I gave him a passing glance. He was no more than a mere boy just like half the population. If only I knew what would happen.

Long ago I was a different person. I was oblivious, young and innocent. I loved life and the people in it. I sometimes forgot that others had opinions and would typically blurt out my answers. I was loud and rambunctious, not afraid to say what I thought. But that was a long time ago.

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“Impossible is just an opinion.” — Paulo Coelho