It was raining on the first day of my university. Everyone
was running to the nearest building, and so was I. Instead of appreciating
every drop of the rain, a handsome figure caught my eyes.
A girl running opposite me, she held her books and folders
tightly in her arms. Everybody stared at her because of the see-through blouse
she put on. She was painfully shy I could say.
But since that day on, I hadn’t seen her until my first day
of the second year at university. She introduced herself to the class and
smiled beautifully at everyone. That was the smile that haunted me for years.
That was the smile that appeared in my dream till today.
We didn’t talk much to each other besides when it came to
group discussion. I slowly realized that I was head over heels in love with
her. I had been trying to confess to her my feelings, but I became timid
whenever I had a chance to be with her.
Days became weeks, weeks became months, she grew close to
class monitor; they looked great together though. My heart ached a little when
I saw them together. I would have felt better if my classmates didn’t match
them together. They had no idea they were rubbing salt in my wound.
I only hoped my last academic year would end quickly so that
I could get rid of her presence in my mind. However, my heart grew fonder; I missed
her so badly. So one month after our graduation day, I threw a gathering at my
father’s orchard. Everyone was invited.
I was excited to see her again. I couldn’t get my eyes off
her; I looked at her from head to toe without making her realizing it. She
looked gorgeous with that apricot dress and a little make-up. I was envious of
the guy who was standing beside her.
Not long after the gathering day, I intended to have my
loved be felt. I didn’t think of her response or reactions towards my confession;
I just wanted to get it off my chest. I made a call telling her that I have
something important to tell her. And we met.
I told her everything about my feeling and I did let her read
my diary. It sounded stupid, but I’m a man with few words so it’s the only way
to express my 3-year-old love. She blushed when reading a few pages; she looked
at me and smiled. It was the smile I saw three years ago, but this time it was
for me—only me! I was proud to say it’s mine.
[2 Years Passed]
Here I am, today, in traditional gown, reading my diary. It
is good to recall memories. I’m reading it for the last time; it is time to make
a move, to begin other sweet memories in days ahead. The wave of elation was
felt by everyone in the house; my parents are the happiest person of the day
because their only son is getting married.
I’m leading the procession to the bride’s house; everyone
behind me is carrying dowry with their beautiful outfits. I feel the air is
very dense; the air in my wedding day contains one more element—happiness!
Reaching the bride’s house, my heart beats faster; it’s not
the first time I see her, but it is the first time I’m proudly and officially
telling the world that she is my wife.
All of my university friends are invited; everyone says my
university crush looks gorgeous today; I smiled hearing the words, it’s no
surprising as she has always been beautiful with no make-up on. However, I haven’t
seen her yet, for I have been busy putting my gown on and prepare myself for
the big day.
Her aunt walked her towards me; my wife is dressed in pink.
With the gown, accessories and make-up, no one is more beautiful; she owns the
adjective. She smiles sweetly at me, undoubtedly, that’s why my friends told me
‘she looks gorgeous today!’.
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