vintage me , fangled him
On a pretty long drive, With romantic songs & my hand in your hands You asked me a question, "Tell me about yourself" You hold my hand close to you & tried to make me comfortable. & for that moment, I started to believe you. Unless or until Your hand drives into my fabric topwear. And then you make eye contact with your puppy eyes & what wonders me now Does that question really matter to you, Or is it a way to put your hand inside my thin shirt. I remember It was a weekend We were enjoying the sunset on our favourite spot. & I was really happy Coz I was thinking I have found someone Who would love me, Even in my pyjamas. We were listening to songs With a cup of coffee in a warm cold twilight. & suddenly you ask me a question "What you like most" I blush & I answer him "you" He told me why I told him "About how I truly love you, How I love your promises" But I don't know that these promises had conditions,...