Writings - Unknown

I used to know a person. Don't ask me "who was it?", I couldn't say the name. I wanted to talk, but I couldn't do it.  I wanted to form a relation, but I couldn't.  I wanted to get close, but I couldn't. The more I think, the more uncomfortable it grew. Don't ask me "why?", I couldn't say the reason. Fear of getting rejected, Fear of losing someone, Fear of hurting others. I decided to make a move, with trembling hands. Don't ask me, "what happened?", have taken the number. I did not know how to store the contact. I could not remember the number. I could not save the name. Went on with the first message. Don't ask me "how was it?", my heart stopped. 'Hi', I messaged. I could listen to my heartbeat. 'Hi', came the reply. I could still listen to it. My brain was filled with loads of dopamine. It continued for many days, Don't ask me "how many days?", till my heart rate is normal. It&

*** Didn't read the first part? You can click here . *** Rohan woke up, and his eyes, with very less effort, focused on the wedding card lying on the table near the bed. His mind informed him that he had one day left for the wedding. 'Are we going to the wedding?' A question his mind had been asking him for the past few days. But still, there was no answer from his side. In fact, he was not answering most things. He just wanted to be quiet for a few days to come out of this phase. He was waiting for the moment when he need not lie about his dull eyes. Where he need not fake his attention. Where he need not have disturbed sleep. He managed to complete the office work smoothly. It was time to return to his flat. "Hey buddy, are you alright?" asked his colleague. "Fine man, thanks for asking." "Maybe could you just come over to the party we are hosting at my flat? If you really want to come, then only say yes." "Definitely, I will come",