"You know the feeling where it stings not seeing the face? Where you think, your flesh is being eaten by itself. No? Well, I guess you haven't seen that face on which your life depends on. And even if you think you have seen that face, maybe you haven't been away from that face.
Love. This four-lettered, one-syllabled word seemed to be figured out by everyone. Some say it's a breeze of fresh air while some say it's lethal. Some feel like their whole world is changed to utter happiness while some feel suffocating to death. According to me, love is when you know you have someone to miss every time, every day.
I miss that face every time. Does that mean I am in love? Is this how it happens? You just see someone and decides it's love? I guess love, at first sight, is in point here. You know, I think it's funny how me, someone who never believed that I will have someone to love, am now falling in the face of love-land.
I love that face. And I have wished every shooting star to see it again. Guess I should be prepared."
To,
The girl with the red purse
From,
Love, 7509"
"Wow, this guy is deep; and humorous." I opinioned.
"I know, right?" Sheryl said after finishing reading the sixth tweet.
"Does anyone comment on these tweets, or what?" I asked.
"Yes! Do you think that these tweets are so famous just because of it's several likes? People bombarded comments! And while you were away, this guy got famous but remained to be anonymous until recently. His novel is about to release today which is appreciated by tue reviewers." Sheryl said.
I nodded and after a few seconds she realized something, "How did you know this?"
"Well, duh! You were in a coma, I wasn't! I was still a part of this world and its happenings."
"So you know about these tweets?" I asked.
"Yes." Sheryl had to be honest.
"Then why are you behaving as if you are as excited for it as I am?" I asked again.
"I had to, Sarah." Sheryl decided to be honest.
"You didn't have to, Sheryl. You just decided to. You decided to be excited about this because of me, right? (Sheryl nodded in her apologetic face) Why? Did I ask for it?"
"No, but....." Sheryl began to say something but stops herself.
"But, what? (Sheryl gave no reply) What Sheryl?"
"Look, someone wanted this but with a good and pure conscience and reason." Sheryl tried to calm me as I was fuming in the fire.
"Someone?.... Is that someone my mother? (Sheryl gave no reply because she didn't want it out) Tell me, Sheryl! Was it my mother who wanted you to fake your excitement for these tweets? For me!?"
"Listen, Sarah...."
"Was it my mother or not? (Sheryl was still speechless) You won't tell me? Fine! I'll ask her myself!" Saying this, I got myself to my clutches and stood up while taking its support. I was acting in a rushed manner. And hence while walking down the stairs, I fell down the stairs. I feel bad. Like bad level 1000. And because of that, I was beginning to lose consciousness. But I managed to hear Sheryl shouting out my name and I was able to saw in a blurry sight that my dad had gotten up from his news-time and was rushing towards me. He didn't switch off the TV.
"The anonymous lover or as we know him as Lover 7509 has released his first novel in the collection of his famous, unreturned love and people are already standing outside bookstores to collect its copy. The name of the book is "When the lover met his love". Reviewers have already appreciated it and now there is no doubt there'd be an increase in fan number for our very own Steven Hudge. Time for a short commercial break. Stay tuned.", the news anchor said and that was the last thing I was able to grasp before I passed out.