What should I call you, my best nightmare? Well, you always had a thing for poetic things, but never for me. Do you remember the first time we talked? I think you don't, because it never meant anything to you, but for me? Yes it did. The first time I saw you, accidental wasn't it? At least you thought so, but I should say no. I wanted to meet you so bad that I waited for hours at the dead end of the street you crossed everyday.Yes, dumb as I was.
I told my friends about you, blushing at every tiny detail of your face. The way your dimples deepened as you smiled from ear to ear, the way ran your hands through your hair, and of course the way you stared through those majestic eyes, I swear I still shiver at the thought of them. They teased me, 'Crush!', and I blushed again.
We started meeting oft, in coffee shops, and after classes. I knew how much you loved cappuccino and my black tee. I wore it on every alternate day that we met, so that you would not say it stinks. I was so in love, maybe? Or was it just a crush?
I loved your perfume, the day you wrapped your arms around my shoulders as you dropped me off home. I was on Cloud 9. I kept dreaming of that particular meeting for days. Wasn't as special for you, was it? I know.
I remember shifting my shaky fingers across the table towards your hand placed on the table. Oh! only if you hadn't removed it at that moment. But later that day, you had gripped my hand tight as we crossed the road. 'Idiot' you called me as I wasn't letting go of your hand and laughed away, leaving me mesmerized again.
Weren't you in love? I never knew. Tell me then, why had you hugged me on that vacant street that night, while we waited for a cab? Friends don't hug that way, do they? You brought you lips towards mine, as I shewed away. ''What's wrong with you?'' you had asked. I cursed myself all the way, thinking why did I react that way. You may have confessed your love that day, I thought.
Your calls decreased, you avoided meeting me. No more replies came from the other end. The ticks remained gray for days. That's when I started realizing, love wasn't what you wanted. A body to touch, feelings to play with, and a puppet in your hands you desired.
Till date I love you, I am not afraid to say that. But now, I don't regret my decision that night. It still aches to say your name, and I do miss you when I cross that cafeteria, where we you used to giggle away while I just adored your perfection. Those streets still seem to reverb your laughter, but I don't want what we had back.