Last Hope

I hate him....these are the first three words I have in my mind when I first saw him. We both usually spend our days fighting with each other, We throw chalks on each other, we throw papers balls on each other. ...yeah I got it some of you don't find it a love story...well we are different so as our story..

I saw him for the very first time in the middle of a free period in school. He was standing outside the admission room. I still remember he wore a black T-shirt on that day. We were in 9th class, he came in the middle of the year and my friends and I did not like him in starting, dont know why and actually we don't know that.

We just don't like him. but as the days passed we start talking and gradually and slowly I fell for him...Yeah right in 9th class I found the love of my life. I usually found myself staring at him and I have gone through all that feeling like butterflies in my stomach, blowing off my dupatta. And one day in January I decided to tell him, that I like him, I asked one of his friends to bring him in the last bench as we are classmates its not that hard to talk but still its the first time I'm doing this. I take my best friend with me and told him everything. I saw his face he was shocked. He lost his best friend in a fraction of second because I have feelings for him but the next day he said he also like me.

I was on cloud nine, I even didn't realize that he is not happy or I could say I didn't care because I don't want to accept the truth that he said yes only because he doesn't want to hurt me and he doesn't want to hurt his friend. But forced relationship doesn't last long and eventually, we broke up. It takes a lot of time for me to accept that and what he is afraid about has happened he lost me, I stopped talking to him.

But it makes me more vulnerable and then one day we talk and we decide we be friends and then it is going like this for four years like this but one day I noticed something different about him. He is not that him I used to know he suddenly started caring more, he got possessive, he got protective and suddenly I realized he is in love.. but I don't want to hope about something that is impossible

So I just ignored it. But as time passing by I can't ignore it more. So one day I asked him, do you love me? and he said yes. I still remember that day. I am the happiest girl alive and now I have everything. I have ever asked for. and most importantly he is mine now. We are in love, we are into each other. And it has been three years since we are together and we are more than happy. We are blessed