Sometimes i think that i am the luckiest person in this whole world and then it comes to my mind that my luck is worst in this whole big world.
Anyways my love story starts from my school days in Karachi. One day when the new session started in the school a new admission guy came into our class,his name is "Khurram" and.....that was the day i still remember because i felt that i really need to talk to him he was a little bit shy and did not talked to me a lot.....but everytime i talked with him soo much that he also became frank with me ......and after a year we became best friends but with him i forgot my best friend and she felt very alone without me. One day i came to knew that she also liked "Khurram". I was shocked that day but i never showed my immotions in front of her and i told her to say him that she liked him and she agreed with me. But one day i came to know that Khurram liked me instead of her. but then i told him that don't u ever say i love you or any other thing like that because i am not interested in this kind of stuff and if her did then i will never talk to him and he said alright, but still we were good friends and one day after a long time i asked him that Khurram do u love me and he said yes.
I was so happy that day and then we stayed together for one more year in our school, but this was the last year with each other, because i was going to come to canada.
