#212 …when you think she is an angel.

45^th sheet got tossed in the wastepaper basket. For the past one hour I have been trying to write her a note – a simple one – to make her aware of my feelings. But not one single time could I correctly pen it down. Only 5 sheets were left in the lot and I was determined to do it before they finished. I once again began -

“I Love To Run My Fingers, Softly While You Sigh,

Love Came And Possessed me, Bringing Sparkles To my Eyes.”

Umm. Nopes. Too lovey lovey for a starter. Once again I crumbled the sheet and aimed for the basket. Straight into it. Atleast I had improved in aiming. Another try -

“Like A Trip To Heaven, Heaven Is The Prize,

I'm So Glad I Found You Girl, You're An Angel In Disguise.”

Perfect! I folded it, placed it in an envelope, sealed it and set off to deliver her with a smile on my face and a hope in my heart.