.
.
She was no more than an ordinary girl. Far from the sort of company he prefers...or atleast he believed so. That first conversation changed everything. He was still the same without her but her presence used to bring a phenomenal change in his very being that even he acknowledged. She never knew his other self personally, only a few of his stories from the past had casually introduced them. Stories he didn't even believe himself to be true (in her presence).
Their texting would stretch till late at night. Somnus alone seemed to have the power to stop that. Every morning he would wake just to meet her, imagining a million things he would talk about. Things they didn't get time to discuss in texts. Things of no particular importance but yet seemingly essential.
But, the conversations would rather be quite. The pauses were not awkward, though they struggle to find the same rhythm in speaking that was already present in written exchanges, often switching from one language to another. She would sometimes jokingly suggest texting even in presence of each other. The incredulous fact would often occur to him how shy he feels in the presence of someone he knows so well. She on the contrary, would explicitly demand her rights on him and would ask for things he considered reserved only for himself.
Their meeting would send charges of energy in air, ripping through him. He would imagine reaching over and touching her, hugging her maybe...but tends to play with his restless hands instead. Unsure how she might react, hesitant of shattering this beautiful dream, fearful of disturbing the delicate camaraderie they have been building. He would prefer to steal glances instead, watching as light falls on her skin, her broad smile and the hearty laughs they would share. He would find her doing the same at times, their eyes would meet but such moments are too sublime.
He would chase her like a love sick puppy. Shadowing and complimenting every move she makes. Feeling lost when she isn't around, irritated and deserted when his texts were not reciprocated. Fearfully expressing it sometimes, trying to stay within the realm of established parameters.
The hesitation and fear decided to let her make the first move, always living with a lurking feeling that she might be having the same thoughts as well. Her childish playfulness, the occasional and seemingly joking indifference to his romantic advances always kept him feeling like a paramour...
.
.
.
She was no more than an ordinary girl. Far from the sort of company he prefers...or atleast he believed so. That first conversation changed everything. He was still the same without her but her presence used to bring a phenomenal change in his very being that even he acknowledged. She never knew his other self personally, only a few of his stories from the past had casually introduced them. Stories he didn't even believe himself to be true (in her presence).
Their texting would stretch till late at night. Somnus alone seemed to have the power to stop that. Every morning he would wake just to meet her, imagining a million things he would talk about. Things they didn't get time to discuss in texts. Things of no particular importance but yet seemingly essential.
But, the conversations would rather be quite. The pauses were not awkward, though they struggle to find the same rhythm in speaking that was already present in written exchanges, often switching from one language to another. She would sometimes jokingly suggest texting even in presence of each other. The incredulous fact would often occur to him how shy he feels in the presence of someone he knows so well. She on the contrary, would explicitly demand her rights on him and would ask for things he considered reserved only for himself.
Their meeting would send charges of energy in air, ripping through him. He would imagine reaching over and touching her, hugging her maybe...but tends to play with his restless hands instead. Unsure how she might react, hesitant of shattering this beautiful dream, fearful of disturbing the delicate camaraderie they have been building. He would prefer to steal glances instead, watching as light falls on her skin, her broad smile and the hearty laughs they would share. He would find her doing the same at times, their eyes would meet but such moments are too sublime.
He would chase her like a love sick puppy. Shadowing and complimenting every move she makes. Feeling lost when she isn't around, irritated and deserted when his texts were not reciprocated. Fearfully expressing it sometimes, trying to stay within the realm of established parameters.
The hesitation and fear decided to let her make the first move, always living with a lurking feeling that she might be having the same thoughts as well. Her childish playfulness, the occasional and seemingly joking indifference to his romantic advances always kept him feeling like a paramour...
.
.
