But the truth needs to come out at sometime. This probably wasn't the appropriate way of doing it.
I often planned incredibly fancy ways of letting you know.. But i think one has to vouch for simplicity every once in a while.
I don't know how I began holding feelings for you. Seems strange.
It began in seventh grade. Probably when you and ananya were seated in the bench in front of mine and harshit's.
We began conversing... I, as usual, continued my 'Baby Bansode' drama. That was fun. And silly.
I guess the general progression of us talking and talking just led to what I feel today.
I shall not dig deeper into school life.
So then comes the week before I was about to leave