Last Birth

I am obsessed with two boys and I can call them my family; and everyone around me are so curious that why I am so obsessed with these two people.

Earlier to them I was always so obsessed with my brothers and post that it was not even my best friend.

But there is something about these guys; by the picture; by the message or even a voice note makes me so happy and high.

I guess they are supplying me lots of laughter, happiness and good energy to go on and on.

I met the first guy just a month ago but in a few days how we became so good friends and then his cousin me and him; now we three are friends.

I do not know what really they think of me; but for me they are my happy world.

They made my day; I can count on them on my low and happy days.

I can put them on my important people list and I just love the way they are.

Because when I was going through a low phase of my life; they show up like a ray of hope.

I was loosing myself somewhere, but their presence made me realize I am something even when I am nothing.

It’s not that they said something but being there with them, every time I felt special and blessed.

You cannot feel this way with everyone but when you feel this much loved and special, I guess you should cherished it and enjoy every bit.

Even they ask why you are treating us like this; why you are loving us more than anything.

And my answer is you are important and I guess there is something with them with me even not for this birth.

Something from last birth!

Love

Author

Mitali Rawat

By Coffeetostories

Exploring life since the time I know that life is a beautiful gift of god and through story telling trying to tell the same to the world

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