Marry Me- Train
Although we were studying in different high schools around the capital.
More often, we use to bump into each other in the same bus on our way to the college.
(actually not bump by accident because I made sure she arrived before I board my favorite morning commute)
Truth of the matter, she was the only one I waited for, in that cramped up, noisy station. And for that reason, I didn’t even care if the college’s most feared ‘The Mountain’ alike, so-called Disciplinary Incharge (DI) play Game-of-Thrones on me for my poor arrival record.
Poor him, how would he know?
It’s silly but I still remember those treasured memories like if it happened just yesterday.
Days, she looked all plain, simple of all her loud friends. Different. Gracefully shy. Polite. Didn’t talk much. Moreover, I liked how she never saw me.
Sure, she was very, very beautiful.
Sure she was, way-out-of-my-league, if you know what I mean.
But, anyway I had fallen in love with her from the distance.
Those were my ‘Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close‘ moments.
Credits to her, I never missed any of my morning lectures.
Credits to her, I never realized how quickly my high-school year was nearing to the brink of an end.
Only, in that moment, I knew in my head that if I didn’t get my shit together and try to somehow say, how I genuinely feel about her, to THE real HER, surely I was going to regret it easily for the lifetime.
Amid hours and days of failed mirror auditions, finally on August the 16th, I did open my heart.
Today, it has been 12 years and 192 days since we got married.
❤️
End lesson
“Know, dare, will, forbear”