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And I Blushed

Just because I do not react, does not meet I don't care. Just because I don't squeal with excitement, doesn't mean I do not like it. Just because I do not cry over something, does not mean that it does not affect me. Just because I don't talk about it, doesn't mean I have forgotten it. Just because I stay quiet, doesn't mean I'm upset about something. Just because I smile at you, doesn't mean I'm interested in you. Just because I don't dress up in lace and frills, doesn't mean that I'm not a girl. Just because I don't turn pink when you talk, doesn't mean that I don't love you. 

Well I'm a weird sorta girl. You have guessed that by now right?

When he asked me out for the first time, I said yes and smiled. When he told me that he loved me, I hugged him and told him that I loved him too. When he kissed me for the first time, I kissed him back with true madness. When he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, I said 'Yes' and jumped into his arms. Yeah pretty much this is what happened. I was never the girl to feel shy or blush or act coy. And my husband was used to it. Believe me if I did any of these things, he would have me tested. True story.

When one of our common friends was finding it tough to decide on a partner he asked my husband as to how did he know that I was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Without blinking my husband says, "When I saw her, I knew she's gonna be the love of my life. After that, she became my life and I knew that I couldn't live without her."

And I blushed.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

~ Soumya


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