First love,what a bittersweet feeling it is.
Sitting at two different corners of the world,wondering if ever think about each other,has such a trace of sweetness as well as pain.
The reminiscent heart still beats fast,at the mere mention of name or when a trip down the memory lane is taken.
It was the time the song bahara was released. I don't know the popularity of the song,but all i remember was i became too giddy hearing the song,as it made me think of a certain someone. As cliche as it sounds,my one sided crush,which i still don't know if it should be upgraded into the status of love,made me feel that my heartstrings played the music to the magical voice of shreya ghoshal. Such was the level of naivety and immaturity. And it was not all rainbows and unicorns. I had episodes too. The insecure me could never conjure up the courage to confess. The object of my affection was a closed off,introverted person. I tend to get attraced to such people. And i reveled in every little gaze he was generous enough to send my way.
High school was such a funny phase. All i could ever think about as i wake up in morning was today i get to see him. And that cleared my mind from the post sleep haze. And from the class it was all stolen glances,not so subtle attempts at conversations,but remember,it was all one sided. And my love story didn't end even after we finished high school. I placed him in such a high pedestal in my mind that it was impossible for him to get down so easily. I still thought of him,dreamt,fantasised to put it bluntly. But again i never planned to confess it. Because i believe incomplete love stories are beautiful in their own way. We are friends now,we often catch up about our lives. And i am able to think of him as a friend,rather than the hero in my unrequited love story. But i would forever be grateful to him,for the beautiful time he had given me,though unintentionally.
Not every love story needs completion to be perfect. And i had lived a perfectly perfect one.
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