My First Love Story
It was about seven years ago when I was a school student. We used to play at lunchtime in our school. One day, my friends told me that one guy always keeps looking at me. And I said okay, but who is he? They told me that he is there. Even they don’t know his name. When I looked at him for the very first moment, he was looking at me. I said (in my mind), why are you looking at me?
Days passed. One day our mutual friend (his friend and my friend) told me his name. She told me his nickname but not his real name. I was happy to know that (maybe). There was a new song that includes his nickname. Me and my friends enjoyed singing that song very much. It was fun to do that. And now we have one another reason to sing that song. Days passed like this.
At that time, I used to wear a chain that includes the first letter of my name. I used to wear that sometimes but not every day.
One day our mutual friend said that “he noticed your chain.” You wear that sometimes and sometimes not. She told me that “he likes me and wants me to wear that chain next day.” I asked why he wants me to wear that. She told me because his real name starts with that letter. She told me his real name.
It was a coincidence that our names start with a common letter. I don’t know why but I was happy to know that. It was a cherishing moment.
The next day I wore that chain and I don’t know he noticed that or not. Maybe he did or maybe not. But I have done the work that’s enough for me.
Days passed I was happy that I know his name. I didn’t expect more than that. I can look at him every day except the holiday and that’s enough to make me smile every day. I don’t want anything else. Whenever I saw him he was already looking at me. It was funny but it was cute at the same time. If I don’t see him around then it feels empty. We used to talk(in our mind only). But never said hi to each other.
Now it’s farewell time. It’s his last day in this school. And yes he will have to come for exams but we are in different classes so it’s our last day in school like that. I was feeling a little bad. I don’t want to let him go.
I don’t want to say hi but also I don’t want to say goodbye.
We (me and my friends) cried that day because our seniors were going or maybe just because he was going. He looked at me and waved his hand. I still don’t know it was a hi or goodbye.
Time didn’t stop. And this love story never begins.