He shallows his love

He use to look for long in her eyes.
She might be talking
She might be busy with her hair
She might be busy with broken footwear
She might be sad of dress not being pretty like hers
She might be nodding her head to the song in her ears
She might be singing it loud for him to laugh
But he was busy adoring her and at the same time
He used to swallow something
May be his love
That often comes till the throat
But fears her reaction to love

It was a normal day
And she was looking the worst in her own eyes
She had just woke up and had not followed the daily routine of standing in front of the mirror for hours
Just a uncombed pony tail
Black sweater running long till her fingers
And sleepy eyes
She was out to see him and they did morning walks
He wasn't jogging but walking slow excusing her with
"My legs are paining" reason
Accompanying his pace, she too was walking slow playing the pebble on the way
And she caught him looking at her for the definition - Long enough to be just a look.
Snapping at him "What? I know am looking horibble but then don't make feel that."
"No you are not looking horrible but you look so..."
Learning his senses he just ended up saying "You are such a zombie."
And again he had swallowed his love.

The day when she was walking straight to her
But this time abit different
Not in jeans but in her most annoying dress
Trying to manage the duptta
Trying to walk in those heels
"I hate this girly traditional stuffs, aren't we good enough without them."
"But I love this you."
"What?"
"I mean it's fine for a day."
And as she passe, he had whispered
"I love all of you.... "and before it could travel to her ears
He had again, again swallowed his love.

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