The edges with friends are too fine to cut through. One mistake, one inappropriate action, one misleading deed and everything spoils.
I've been seeing those grey eyes and curly hair since I was two. We were inseparable. Best of friends one might say. But it all changed 12 years back, on prom night of our high school.
He had asked me to the prom and we were dancing. The steps matched but it wasn't passionate.
But as we danced through the night we felt something, if not love then satisfaction of being around each other. It was the same night I had my first kiss, and he was the same person I tried to find in everyone. That night on the rooftop, his coming close to me made me uncomfortable but he promised to be my knight, little did I know I wasn't searching for a knight, I was searching for love. So that night when he promised to be my knight forever, he pulled me closer and kissed me. We dated for a month and then he left the town. We tried working on long distance but it just wasn't enough. He said he couldn't do it, so that is how we lost contact. Lost contact until now.
That night when we lost contact, I was too upset at losing him. I don't remember anything clearly but in bits and pieces. I had cried all night, I had lost my strongest bond in a blink of an eye.
I used to write diary back then, every night before going to sleep. But that day, I didn't. I never wanted to remember how I felt that day and never wanted to feel that again.
But when I lost Roan, I felt it all over again. The pain, it never dies after all. It gets buried somewhere deep inside with time and we confuse it for healing when the reality is we never really heal, we get numb instead.
Numb till we find someone capable of making us feel the same, again.
But after all this time, here was he, my best friend being the knight in shining armour, yet again.
I crossed the barrier of being numb. I started to feel again. We went uphills in the middle of the night and he brought us an ice cream. We played skrillex in our car in the loudest volume. Drank the finest vodka and danced and swayed along the chilled breeze.
I couldn't believe I was with him after so long and we were still the high school best friends with no past grudges. We had after all grown apart for so long and found someone along the way to make us forget the bitter memories of the past.
That night we slept in the car just to wake up to some nostalgic memories.
Two kids going to school holding hands as a symbol of forever just like us in the good old times. So we held hands again like the old times. I couldn't believe my fate, couldn't believe I was with Gurshahaaz, my shahaaz.
I've been seeing those grey eyes and curly hair since I was two. We were inseparable. Best of friends one might say. But it all changed 12 years back, on prom night of our high school.
He had asked me to the prom and we were dancing. The steps matched but it wasn't passionate.
But as we danced through the night we felt something, if not love then satisfaction of being around each other. It was the same night I had my first kiss, and he was the same person I tried to find in everyone. That night on the rooftop, his coming close to me made me uncomfortable but he promised to be my knight, little did I know I wasn't searching for a knight, I was searching for love. So that night when he promised to be my knight forever, he pulled me closer and kissed me. We dated for a month and then he left the town. We tried working on long distance but it just wasn't enough. He said he couldn't do it, so that is how we lost contact. Lost contact until now.
That night when we lost contact, I was too upset at losing him. I don't remember anything clearly but in bits and pieces. I had cried all night, I had lost my strongest bond in a blink of an eye.
I used to write diary back then, every night before going to sleep. But that day, I didn't. I never wanted to remember how I felt that day and never wanted to feel that again.
But when I lost Roan, I felt it all over again. The pain, it never dies after all. It gets buried somewhere deep inside with time and we confuse it for healing when the reality is we never really heal, we get numb instead.
Numb till we find someone capable of making us feel the same, again.
But after all this time, here was he, my best friend being the knight in shining armour, yet again.
I crossed the barrier of being numb. I started to feel again. We went uphills in the middle of the night and he brought us an ice cream. We played skrillex in our car in the loudest volume. Drank the finest vodka and danced and swayed along the chilled breeze.
I couldn't believe I was with him after so long and we were still the high school best friends with no past grudges. We had after all grown apart for so long and found someone along the way to make us forget the bitter memories of the past.
That night we slept in the car just to wake up to some nostalgic memories.
Two kids going to school holding hands as a symbol of forever just like us in the good old times. So we held hands again like the old times. I couldn't believe my fate, couldn't believe I was with Gurshahaaz, my shahaaz.
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