Unsaid...her story...

We were friends from as long as I can remember. He sat next to me for years and we shared everything from new stationery to lunches. Every morning he would come to me with a new story about his brothers or his parents, he always made me laugh. I never tell my girlfriends but he had always been my best friend. We shared so much and were always happy around each other.

But that slowly changed. When I got my glasses in class 5, he started teasing me and calling me “Chashmish”. When I cried, he told me it was out of love, don’t mind. And I never did. All others also began calling me “Chashmish” but I didn’t mind. It was out of love after all. Things still were the same, we chatted the same way, just sometimes he teased me, so I was never angry at him for it. I slowly began to like being called “Chashmish” by him. He often told the other boys not to call me that, it was only his right. He had his right to give me a name; he had a right on me. For me he had all rights on me, after all I was his best friend and he was mine.

As we grew up, the teachers started separating boys from girls. It began with the girls who matured earlier, I was a late bloomer and I was glad of it. But eventually that day came and we were separated. And my life changed from then on.

Now he didn’t come rushing to me each morning to tell me what happened the night before. He spent all his time with the boys, doing boy things. We hardly ever spoke. Even though we were often paired together, thanks us being the tallest in class, but it was never the same. I was losing my best friend, and eventually I made peace with the thought. I was no longer his best friend; I was told teenage girls can’t be friends with boys, bad things happen. I couldn’t bring myself to believe it, but I had to follow. Being separated from him was the worst thing, what else could happen. I was told this isn’t the time to focus on friends but on studies, so I studied hard. Put all my focus in my books, but I could never bring myself to stop missing him.

And then that day on the way to the assembly, he bumped into me and broke my glasses. I screamed at him but he didn’t even bother to apologies or even say anything. He just stared at me like a fool. I was so angry at him, those were new glasses; I had saved up to buy that expensive pair. I wanted to cry but his blank face just made me angry. I got in so much trouble at home because of him and he couldn’t even say a word.

I sat with him that day, he was to help me with the class notes and he was quiet. Even if I asked him for something, he didn’t say a word. Just stared at me blankly and gave me what I wanted. My heart broke that day, I cried myself to sleep that night. And swore I will not waste any more energy on him, I will bury all my feelings; he doesn’t deserve it.

The rest of the year was weird, I found him just staring at me stupidly every time I looked in his direction. In the assembly line he stands awkwardly close, sometimes I feel him sniffing my hair. I can often feel his breath at the back of my neck, but when I turn around all I get is a blank stare. My friends say that he’s crazy about me, but I can’t see that. He doesn’t even say “hi” anymore. No one calls me “Chashmish” anymore; one of my friends told me that he had asked everyone not to, I can’t understand why.

The other day, his best friend told me that he is in love with me. When I asked him how he knows, he just said he thinks so. If it’s true why doesn’t he say anything? His silence is driving me crazy. Everyone tells me I should go talk to him and tell him how I feel. But why should I? Girls don’t make the first move, or do they? And what if he said he doesn’t feel the same. No I can’t do that.

It’s our School Farewell today, and I’m heartbroken. This is probably the last time I’ll see him, I’ve heard he’s going to another city for his college. If he doesn’t say anything even today I will bury all my feelings, this will be the last day of me feeling this way.

They said that song was for me, his expression of love. They said I should talk to him and tell him I feel the same way. But how can I he didn’t even look at me all evening. The night is ending; my heart is fluttering, hoping he would at least come say goodbye in person. But he didn’t, just smiled at me as I walked out.

I guess not every love has a story.