A new age love story

His hair was always well oiled and combed to the left. He wore dark rimmed glasses. One couldnt say if he was tall or short by looking at him. Who cares? He thought he was tall.  He was a geek. He knew it not by looking at himself in the mirror but by the way his gang (or how he liked to call them) ridculed him all the time. All through the day. He didnt care. Cause he forgot everything when he merely looked at her. She was tall and fair. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun. She always wore bright colored clothing. Oh and he couldnt name half the colors that she wore. He made it a point every day to memorize those colors.
He saw her everyday. She would walk past where he sat precisely at the same time. She smelled of fresh green grass after the rains. How he wished at least one day she would come here. No. It wasnt going to happen soon. With this wish he bought a rose plant at home. He would faithfully water it everyday with the silent hope it would bloom soon. And it did. The bloom was white. The mere sight of it reminded him of her. He would give it to her that day. The day everyone gave roses to their special someone. And utter those three words. Four he planned - he would also address her.
Days passed and D day was getting closer. He was getting tensed. He would practise every day in front of the mirror sincerely. Would she laugh at him in front everyone? He should be strong he kept telling himself.
The day before and he harvested the most beautiful bloom ever. He plucked it and kept it neatly in a vase to present it the next morning to her. Would he be able to sleep through the night?
Morning came and he walked straight to the rose plant out of habit. The sight he saw was unbearable. The plant was completely uprooted and shredded into pieces. His heart broke and his eyes welled up. Was this a sign? The perfect rose was already there. He wouldn't give up now. He packed as usual and left. He waited for her to walk in. And she did like clockwork. He gathered all his might, picked the rose from his desk and walked to her. He gallantly handed over the rose and delivered the well practised verse. Khappy teechus day miss. His face broke into a smile and he danced his way into kg1b.
Go ahead and strangle me. Or perhaps am already dead.
Cheers,
Hopie