“Hey! Will you like to go out with me?”

Nope. Too forward. You are not a stud.

“Hi! I was thinking if you would like to have coffee or something with me…sometime?”

She will definitely sleep by the time you complete your sentence. Idiot.

“Hi! Will you like to have coffee with me sometime?”

Okay. Sounds alright.

This was me talking to myself. I practiced the line by repeating it atleast 7 times. Standing in front of my bedroom mirror. Dim moonlight glistening on my empty table. And this is not the first time I am doing this. It is everytime I see her.

I want to tell her that she was looking quite pretty in the red dress the other day. That she should keep her hair open. They look better when the wind is blowing them softly. That she has a sweet smile. I would like to tell her that I want to know her better, by sitting just a table apart, sipping coffee.

But everytime she crosses me, I could feel the words coming out of my belly to my throat. And then? My tongue twists and I get goosebumps all over my head. And we are on our own ways. Believing nothing happened.

Everyday these unsaid words lie worthless on my empty table.

Everynight I am standing in front of a mirror, talking to myself.

 

Originally posted on my blog:https://unseendreamsblog.wordpress.com/

Published by Jaydeep Bansal