He loves her as much as he did the first day he saw her at the workplace. Those glittering brown eyes and beautiful curve smile on her face made him forget all the worldly associations. Every summer spent with her, every sunrise, every sunset, reminded him of every good day he ever had. When she spoke, it used to be like someone slowly plucking the string of guitar, a sad beautiful song starting to play on its own. And he loved her. He loved her like he could never grab enough of her between his fingers. The only mistake of his life he made was to not being able to express his love. Those long waits at the bus stop for the angel to appear kind of made him mesmerized into some beautiful unsung love song with her appearance. He used to be so lost in her at times that it seemed to him like the clock had stopped ticking but the time passed by.
Today, he regrets the mistake of not being able to express his emotions to the person who meant the world to him, and at times still stops at the Bus Stop in a hope to get a glimpse of her.
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