She was an introvert and he was an extrovert.
Opposites attract, they rightly said.
She met him every day. It was the month of freezing coldness but their affection for each other was nothing compared to that-they were fireworks. Always bursting into sparks of different colors.
She did not believe she could be so happy in her life, and she told her sister about him, she could not be any more happier, either.
She met him today, as usual; he was nervous. She wondered.
She noticed him fiddling his fingers.
For once, she let go of her fears and ghosts. She leaned in and kissed him for the first time.
