I used to read two together. Aladda batch, first seen college, mid-term test time. Then started talking. At first, a little bit slowly, slowly grew. One day, I got a phone number. I used to talk about my study of unhygienic student life and dream of her beautiful future. It was just a suggestion for me to associate with me. But she did not get the same treatment with other boys as she thought that I had a wish for her. Still far away

After passing the HSC examination, I left the city, and I remained, even then, on the phone, I often heard my bizarre story and smiled, I had a different feeling on my chest. I love him, but he says that one day he Someone likes it. It is really bad, why do not you know. After realizing it was a real fun, his result got worse, and in the night, I would have been calm, I used to be very bad to hear his tears. I then told him everything would be okay. Since then, the relationship with me was even more intense, but I could not tell him about love, lest I lose my dear friend. So I used to love from a distance. After the test, I got a chance in Chittagong and I went to Chittagong, Sylhet. I want to know where to read ?

He said where I want, but his eyes were speaking that I should be here. I do not know how to understand it, I did not understand that my understanding was wrong.

One afternoon he said that he liked his favorite people and forgot, he was happy, but again he said that one of the other likes it, I saw the darkness in my eyes. But he said that this person I am. I will jump from the roof (happy). Since then, our relationship is 1 year 8 months 27 days. I have studied, I take a chat with my intentional reason, because of my vagabond attitude. If my body is a little bad then my mood gets worse, when someone else's phone is off, there is no end to worry.

Many of the friends love. Their definition of love does not match with us. Expressions of expression reveal weakness to both of us. Belongers know each other to sleep, knowing it. Is not that enough? Yet there is some happiness. On the evening of the evening, rickshaw rushing together, wet in the rain, giving him the Varsity on the afternoon train, going to the roof of two halls, telling the story of the two, the strange plans of the future, the eyes of the friends fakki, the first in the Baishakh (nobody knows about our relation. friend) or in the rainy season of his kadam flowers.