IN SEARCH OF STARS MAYBE I LEFT THE PRESENCE OF THE MOON BUT NOT THIS TIME, I PROMISE MYSELF.
IN THE MIDDLE OF A TRAFFIC JAM.
I HOLD HER HAND AND ASK HER, KNEE DOWN AND HEAD UP WITH PLUSH BOX IN HAND.
"Will you marry me?" I asked.
She was confused about what to answer, but deep down I had made myself her answer, something is making me uneasy in these rains.
During this time it was not just I was having all the flashbacks but a gulp of guilt and how things started between us.
She hesitated to answer and said "Yes!".
YOU ARE READING
Coffee Days
Romance"Coffee should be black as hell, strong as death and sweet as love." Someone's addiction, someone's obsession, someone's day starter, and even someone die-hard choice, someone never cheating one-side love or someone's Instagram caption. Coffee is n...
