Waiting for your love

Arun mehra He is my classmate, my friend... but this friendship is turning into something else entirely. I can't pinpoint exactly when it started. Perhaps it was when I was fifteen, and my father showed me a photo of the family he worked as a bodyguard. My eyes locked onto his hazel gaze, and they have been etched into my mind ever since. Now, those feelings are taking root in a way that feels dangerous. Whenever he looks at me or speaks, a sensation grips me that I can't explain to anyone. A mere touch from him awakens my entire soul. Yet, I am haunted by the reality that being with him feels like an impossible dream." Renu Shekar "She is my classmate, my friend. From the very first day of school when I sat beside her, my entire world was shaken. From the way she looks at me, I know she feels the same fire, but something is holding her back. I, however, will not be stopped until she is mine. My hunger for her grows with every passing day. I will do anything-absolutely anything-just to get closer to her. When the time comes and she is finally mine, I am never letting her go. She thinks I am just a 'good friend,' but she has no idea what kind of dreams and thoughts I harbor for her. If I had my way, I would spend every second, every minute, and every hour kissing her. Soon... very soon, she will be mine