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I Love You




For almost 16 years, I had no relation with the famous three magical words-I Love You. I never knew how they sound when someone let them breathe in air. I never tried saying these words out loud even to myself.

Then, one day, out of nowhere, someone came in my life and said that he loves me. Unfortunately, that was on chat.

For two more years, I didn't get the chance to hear the live rhythm of the famous three magical words and the idea of saying these words to myself didn't exist even in my subconscious mind.

Few months later, I got admission in college. I met people. I made friends. Still, there was no trace of the famous three magical words.

After few days, I joined a course in my college, as I wanted to try something different.
The people I met in this course were not friends. They were more like family. One day, while going back home, one of my friend from the course said I Love You to me. I didn't utter a word for a few seconds because of the tsunami of emotions inside my heart.

Finally being able to hear the famous three magical words was an absolute bliss. For the first time, I felt loved. For the first time, I felt that someone truly cares for me. I realised that this life is worth living.
 I don't know if it was out of immense happiness, nervousness or something else but I messed it up. And I messed it up quite a few times. I still remember my response. I just whispered,“hmmm" to her. Later that day, I was like who said ‘hmm' in response of the famous three magical word. By the way, I have a pretty long list of my weird responses on the famous three magical words which mainly includes Bye, Thank you, Same to you, plain silence, weird smile.
So...this is my story. What's yours?

P.S. - Tell your loved ones that you love them, because this is all we live for. And don't forget to tell these words to yourself first.
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