With love With death

The best part about being an alcoholic is you can dance with your pain.

The best part about having an anxiety is atleast you can think something is going to happen in near future.

i really loved her but she left me.

i really loved him but he made me leave

my car broke down so i decided to take the metro.

I was waiting for metro to reach home.

I thought she was a foreigner when i saw her the first time, snowhite skin with blonde hair and a short cute nose .

i thought he was a dumbass when i first saw him

she sat in the metro beside me and i knew in that moment i'll talk to her considering her a foreigner i typed a note in my phone and showed it to her " where you from ? please type back because you'll run away after you hear my english."

I gave him a sudden look as he was handing me his phone but when i read that i smirked i didn't know why i did it , i just did and typed back " I'm from nepal, Nepali bolda huncha :p ". i don't now why i used that :p but his approach was cute.

I felt embarrassed for a moment but told her the truth," timi ta kasto foreigner jasto lageko".

i laughed so hard inside that he considered me a foreigner but with stiffness i said," eh foreigner haru lai line hanchau ho?"

She was so serious that made me anxious and i replied," haina haina sorry."

It was so fun to watch the face he made while saying sorry

she remained calm as the bus was moving through traffic and something stopped me from poking her and being a creep

I so wanted to talk to him but he wasn't paying attention to me looking through traffic. I can't start a conversation that is against the rules gave a little reminder to myself.

The bus was moving swiftly but still my eyes managed to see her hiding from her eyes.

I JUST MET THIS GUY, i reminded myself again and again but you ever find a person you just have to talk with even when you have no idea what you're going to talk about.

My stop came but i didn't want to leave her i wanted to go where the bus goes along with her but this isn't a movie, i got off the bus.

As i gathered all courage to start a conversation he got up and went, who does that ?.

i don't know if it is love but i couldn't forget the glimpse of her

i don't know if it is love but i just wanted him to stay a bit longer

Life is about moving on from things, moving on from worse to better in this boundless time.

Life is about keeping things even a trash can hold boundless memories.

Never had i thought i'll see her again sucking my blood out with an injection, is this called getting sick for love ?

i felt so happy after seeing him, it's like you know you're never going to see a person and the next second they pop out of nowhere infant of your eyes.

I started talking with her, Prakriti was her name.

Seeing him talk was something very wonderful, Alan was a nice name.

She asked me out, even after giving my blood for the test there was no weakness left in my body the blood flow increased in my body.

He seemed weak after giving his blood so i asked him would you like to eat lunch with me. I don't know what happened his eyes gazed at me with ray of hopes.