His eyes were filled with pain
But he was trying to mask it
With a smile
I was screaming at the top of my voice
And demanding him
To just spit it out
Tell me what's wrong
Suddenly he stood up
And took my hand
he came close
really close
and whispered
"Can you feel that?
Can you feel how hard it is beating
My heart does that only for you
For your voice
For your smile
For your eyes
And it goes wild
When you're near me
When you're touching me"
"Why don't you understand?
I can't move on now
I can't go on now
I need you
I'm standing on the edge of the line
Waiting for you to cross it
and stop loving me like a best friend
and start loving me like a man
that you always talk about falling in love with
Let me be that man
Let me be your man"
When Anant was 16, his father torched himself in his home office. He never found out what made his father do that. “ Do you know how burning flesh smells?” he asked while laying beside me and tracing circles on my hand . “No and I hope I never get to.” I met Anant in college ; he was a loner like me. I wouldn’t call him handsome, but there was something appealing about his personality . Passing by boys dorm room to collect my notes from one of my classmate I heard ‘Marvin Gaye Let’s Get it on’ coming from Room 13, when I peaked through the window , I saw Anant siting in dark and playing with a lighter, it ...
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