To begin with, I didn’t even know you existed. By beginning I meant the time I saw him, I started to keep an eye on him, times I wished to talk to him, times I was thinking of him day and night, times when we first spoke, some sleepless nights, brimming with hope.
He wanted to see me alone, I definitely obliged only to find myself suddenly shattered, when I got to know about you. He confessed he was in love with you, but he was hiding me from you. I didn’t show how disappointed I was, I told him we can be friends but he must let you know.
My conscience was clear, till the day he held my hand and didn’t let me go.
We made love for me, for him we made out.
Believe me, that moment, he was mine, I can’t tell if that was just…
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