When Love Comes Through Laugh

Laugh and Love

   Superficially people do claim we are together, however, undoubtedly rightly oddly we are untogether. Kate is a girl to whom all my pure love should be devoted; sacred by Allah my heart has been engraved with my soul in a lively grave. Should I blame myself? I should not! She is a matter of care and highly up warded human being, wholeheartedly glorified and certainly purified in the sense of passion. Why did I succumb my pure self to her? How could that happen? How can it be?

   At a sight of laugh the long everlasting love story had begun before it could seem flagrant to any either, I first felt it and far exceeding wanted it however the side of her counteracted. Was that me? I couldn’t know myself, less sensible to my senses, extremely afforded to her very attractive being. I loved her. Studying together at the English language department made me become fruitful and even helpful in her studies however nothing could I grasp from my teachers before her approaching to my humble life. Day by day, we both adored to study together, at night chat together on Facebook and this what made me be strong in my attributes towards her, she was lovely, shameful, and respectful even more that I was the only one who could notice the purified characters.

  In a day and at an hour during the night, I declared my love to her, it seemed likeable and freely acceptable from her dignified attitude of shame and care. I cogitated to approach more and keep chatting wherein she, in her deep emotional inside was confused and never to show, responded in a way that made my studious character cerebrate for a moment and my heart ordered in, "You have to go forward and never back." I agreed upon the thought and have put my whole self-devotion to loving her and not to thinking of missing her.  As a matter of fact this has to ridicule her respectable grandeur through quite unknown symptoms that have taken place. A token I decided to go through is to say the love word for her sophisticating presence in the usual reading room at the English language department. I, going into the preferable arena careless about anything save meeting her, glanced a sight of together beings sitting together. "Was that clear cut? Yes it was" was a thought of me told to myself having been shaken unshowingly outside of the room. She came and looked at me with a signal of being accused of destroying an admiring heart, I could have guessed she was thinking of; less certain was I. Happy and red-cheeked of a beauty face she approached laughing to me. I was wrong of accusing her self depiction that bears sightedness for anyone who could gaze at her. "He is a friend of mine" said she, and forgot all what just happened or came to my mind after listening to her words that placed joy a headmaster in both of my secret box and rightly the mine cerebrum. As nothing has happened in a kind of tragedy inside of me, I went to sit in a chair less reminded of the plot however only thinking towards the sort of words that could make her behold unconfused by the scene of emotion and surprise. She wondered how would I be silent and not speaking in a manner that is clearly unfamiliar of a person like Nani. Nani, the Indian guy as they got used to calling him amongst his peers of study, never said a word and out of the room he thought he could go and so he did and so she did. A bizarre transaction between new couples is this! Don’t hurry! Better comes last! As she came over the room, he pretended not to be annoyed though she said to herself that this is what it could be. In a way that seemed intense but very loveable by some women, he kissed her forehead wherein some of the unknown to us Language female students were just shocked in the way he approached to her miraculous being, and she stepped back…