These things are so much complicated! These feelings, these emotions and these hopes that drag my heart towards her are difficult to control, difficult to understand. Why does someone go far and farther? Why someone whom you love the most does not feel the same way? Why do you keep on thinking about someone for the whole time? Why destiny allows some people to meet when there’s no way they can be together?
She was gazing outside from her room’s window when I first saw her. Silent eyes, I had looked her up from the street and had stared for a while. She moved her eyes up to avoid my gaze. I didn’t stop till she looked back at me, made her face, and went inside. She was beautiful. Smooth and smiley face, silky-black long hair, pink colored lips and beautiful eyes. I started walking the same way through in front of her house with a hope to see her second time. But, for about a week, the window of her room was closed.
One day, I was again walking through the same way looking up in the window from the street. For about a minute I stopped and looked. Suddenly someone patted on my shoulder from back and I looked backward. My heart almost fell when I saw her in front of me. Nervous and shyness covered my face and I felt awkward. “Oh Mister! Better if you stop looking towards my window. Or else, do you need something from there?” There was a bit rudeness and cuteness in her voice. I smiled, may be being a boy, I should not have been such shy. My lips screamed before I uttered a word. But suddenly some words came from heart “Sorry Ma’am! But I need something special from there!” She smiled back at me, this time a little shyness could be seen in her face too. I didn’t stop smiling, shyness covered her. “Special things are meant for special people only”! She replied and went away so charmingly but those words caved my heart. “Am I that special?” I questioned myself for a couple of days.
One day, in the dusk, I bravely wrote a letter and threw it to her balcony, near her window praying that her parents would not see that. Next dusk, I went to the said park and waited for her. There was rare chance that she would read the letter, or even if she read the letter, she would come to the said location. After one hour of patience-full wait, I was ready to return back to home. But suddenly she appeared. Seeing her from far, I stopped. She looked even more beautiful that day. Neat and tidy dress, sparkling eyes, a little bit of hair on her forehead and such a charming smile.
“So am I that special one to get the special thing?” I blushed with happiness. She smiled replied. “Boys are over imaginary. They start dreaming about the grandchildren when girl is just accepting them as friends.”
“Nothing to say! You’re not a thing to be called as special thing. You’re special person and special person is queen in real.” I admired my own sentence. She blushed and this time, I could see in her eyes that how special she felt.
And that was that, from the initial stage of love to the deeper stages, we enjoyed each moments, we shared each happiness. We laughed together, cried together, loved the similar things, and hated the similar things. We were like a pair of doves flying together, in the blue sky of love.
Everything was going fine, our lifestyle changed, she shifted to another city with her family reasoning the transfer of her father’s office. I was desperate, lonely and broken. Somehow, we managed couple of month’s long distance relationship, mostly dragged by me before I saw her relationship status with another guy, a phone call stating that she does not feel for me anymore and a breakup “Apology!”