Hello Monica Geller, This might sound cliché. Well, it is. Love is cliché. I remember the day we met. I remember the day we became friends. I remember the day we became “friends”. You came in my life like a
“So, what can I do now? This is unquestionably a bad time for me to do anything.” “But, you’re an inspiration, to me, to everyone out there. You can’t just break down. Be a man.” (It’s my pleasure, dear, feminists).
“So, what exactly was the problem?” He asked, reluctantly, looking at me, awkward silence surrounding us. I was in love. That was the problem. She was in love, with me, which was a bigger problem. Although, I always thought, love
It was amazing. She was amazing. The innocent smile. The cute little chats. The curly hair, which kept her fingers busy; she used to twirl them every now and then. Oh, how could I not mention her nature? She was