It all began with a note,
Slipping through the desks, passing hands with a message, "You are pretty,I think I love you."
Took me minutes to register, what does pretty has to do with love ?
Fitzgerald once said,“I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
How do you respond to a confession?
Teach me how you tell someone you think you love them but not to that extent to sacrifice your reputation!
But if you can't sacrifice how does it justify that it's love?
Well what kind of love can anyone justify!
And there it goes,
The loop keeps on widening.
Circle within a Circle within a mind of its own.
It all began with the thought!
Well, Does it mean you find me pretty that's why love me or You love me that's why I am pretty?
A day later , I heard her talking ,
They call you pretty, they love you more.
With this the loop widens and my question lingers on.