Who says love is beautiful? (3)

He would jump, he would fly, he would roll on the floor, he would laugh hard, and he would dance like a madman, yet so passionately. His cheeks would go pink, his smile would widen, and his nose would look like a cherry. People who came to see him thought that, that is how he looked every day, and that is how he would look, forever. The girl who would take the seat closest to the stage thought the same. The girl wasn’t wrong. He would fly, jump, dance, laugh, smile and sing even when he wasn’t performing. He would fly in love, he would sing in love and he would dance in love. He would wait to see her on weekends, in love.

The girl loved to see him, for whatever he did filled her heart with joy. He loved her. His heart felt the joy of being in love.

He held her hand one day to confess the seeding love for her. She shook it off, glanced away and said, “Your hands are just meant to hold juggling balls”.

Who says love is beautiful?
– Kritika Vashist