Little story of ours

We were sitting in that soft couch. The smell of cigarettes, from the ashtray was all around like room freshener. The half emptied bottle of beer and glass of whiskey on the table. Our small room was lit with fairy lights , it was a weekend and we watched an amazing movie which had aesethics of vintage touch . I was drunk , but you weren't. I was in your arms you patted my head just like the baby , you knew I had a bad day at work the previous day, it was around 10pm at the night . You were right next to me hugging me and not letting me go , you made me comfortable, heard me rant about all the office hours. You just heard without uttering a word , you were right next to me . You stared into my little eyes , and laughed at my lame jokes , holding me just like a little baby , you knew all "I wanted is nothing more" , at the end you said, I want you in my arms and listen to your lame rants forever. My tears rolled and I had my moment of surprise and shock at the sametime , my tears rolled and I said yes . That's where the simple story of "ours" began. - Bindya.

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