/lit/ - Literature

Wey, I want to tell you.
I met this amazing girl and for the first time in my life I am not exaggerating. We had the best date in Delhi. I’m true, everything was amazing. We talk a shit, she's super smart. About life and blah blah. Every moment was like putting a brick in a thing that seemed like a dream. It felt so right. We talked about getting married "as a joke" but we both knew it wasn’t a joke. We fall in love. She's the morrita who canceled her date to see me instead, because duh, we both knew how it was going to be. Wey, you don’t have an idea. It was the first time in my life that I remember every second of what happened in the day. I could tell you in detail how we started talking, when a beautiful transvestite asked us for money during a red light. I remember everything we talked about perfectly. She's from London. Their parents are from Punjab and their religion is Sikh. For it is quite important for her to marry someone of her religion or at least with someone who is willing to understand. She told me and you know me, learning enchanted. She read my astral letter and no mames it was like reading everything we had been talking about, amazing. Wey, I know I want to be with her. The next day I returned to Guwahati and she traveled by train to Punjab.
She didn’t answer my messages, I panicked but because of her’s IG stories I understood that she was there with some sikh boy, surely the one she drew away to see me. (They are these people who wear turbans) and obviously she don’t want to mix things, I don’t know, I understand that she don’t want to think about me being there with him. But I'm sure she feels the same, I mean, it was dreamlike. I’m in a cloud but also I know it can’t be you know? I feel really weird. She is beautiful.