The Unusual ones

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Those guys. Normal, simple, the usual ones. They aren't in love! Nor in a relationship! So what do they exactly share? What is it that keeps them both attached to each other without being so keen about their feelings? Okay lets analyse the situation. The beginning. They met. Got introduced. Now were friends. Thats it. What else? Sharing thread's of messages on Facebook? Or just the increase in the conversation due to the exchange of cellphone numbers? When was the time they were struck with the lightning of caressing? Now at present. They talk. Fight on useless topics. Going topic less sometimes. Then again digging for something new. Flirting! Yes! Flirting. Its common, isn't it? Well you know it is when you're up to it intentionally. Why does one flirt? To make the person at the other screen smile just for a second? Maybe it is all worth it, when you get a text back with a blushing smiley. You know the person is blushing himself, smiling without a reason. Now that's the reason you'll smile. Smile from the core of your heart. Yes! Thats the smile I'm talking about. Natural, fatal because it had already stabbed someone deep inside, making them go insane for you. Now when they both are so close, they ain't going back to the time where it all started. Just a "Hie" and all the formal topics. Now they keep staring at the mobile phone, in a wish that it'll beep the next moment. And when it beeps, they wish further for it to be that person, sharing the longest thread of message's on the messenger. Good Mornings are spoken before the person is awake. And "good night" won't be spoken till the person is already in dreams. Getting possessive is just a reason. A reason to keep the person safe in your arms. Scolding them at the wrong time in a right way, is all they do to intensify the care. So what is it? Is it love? Is it care? Is it passion? Never mind. Giving this relation a rigid name would be a thoughtless act. Let it be how it seems to be! Normal, simple and usual. Though the unusualness of these feelings can't be measured.

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