I am that one such kid who is very much of egoist. I was that. And it took year that we both talked. She was too the same. However she decided to talk first. I wanted it, so I was happy. She was this cute girl, short, medium length hair, red cheeks and very soft face. Her voice is very demanding. I liked the way she always tried to make a point. I would silently take glance at her whenever I used to get a chance. And I had noticed her doing the same.
It was a time when a friend of mine’s father had expired. It was that time we first talked. I saw her crying. I consoled her. In the talk we exchanged our numbers. For few days I forcefully didn’t text her. It was once she texted me, it was usual forward message. I replied, and it hit. The conversation started. It turned out a long chat. So it continued. We used to chat till late night, everyday.
After few days she asked me to help her out in her studies. I gradually accepted. So it was another phase. For months we used to study, talk, and sometimes fight. Every little thing we can do. It was something different and special. The only thing was a good friendship not love or something. It was not like I was hitting on her or she was hitting me. The only thing we both wanted was a genuine friendship. A friend is just more than a companion. I kind of know everything about her but she still doesn’t know much about me. But things that many people don’t know about me are what she knows.
Its two years and we are still the best friends. I want that line to be firm. That friendship is something I will always cherish. I irritate her like anything, and she tolerates only me. I know there is this urge but that urge is not greater than urge to be friend, for life.
Note – Damn, I sit to write something and end up writing something. Weird.
