I wish.. she could love me back....
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She poured her heart and cried for all her exes, on this very shoulder of mine. But she never loved me. She didn't know. She never would.
I was never the moon of her dreams. But I was content enough to be her shining north star. Her best friend.
They open the window to see the moon, and never the star. But it remains there, hoping to be noticed, and knowing it wouldn't.
On that day, as I was about to board the train, I received a text from her.
"Where are you!?!?? How can you be so late!?!?? Ugghhh!!! Come fast!"
She was getting married. I wanted to type that it would be the last day we are texting each other and it was the last day I would ever see you. Because I was leaving that very city, which held memories of her.
But those texts remained drafted, exactly as my love for her. I glanced one last time at my watch. It was 23:12...I was overwhelmed by nostalgia.
It was the day I had first met her on the freshman day of my college.
And how we clicked too much and how we didn't. I whiffed in the scent that she had on her, and how she put her locks behind her ears. It was new to me. Love was new to me. And how she giggled now and then and, put those confusing colored heart emojis when she was happy..
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I saw a tea stall. There was an old vendor selling tea. And I knew that I needed one. I handed him the money and he rummaged through his pocket for change. Taking out a tattered leather wallet, he handed me a few crumpled notes of ten.
I took them and asked him about the picture that his wallet so neatly held. He replied it was of his closest friend who had died in a train crash.
I asked no further. Thanking him for the tea, I left...
"Sorry!!! I overslept a bit! Will be there by nine💛", I typed fast.
I knew I couldn't be the moon. But as the moon waxes and wanes, it will disappear at a point of time. But the window shouldn't be left dark. That is why the north star, who was always there, would always be there to light up the window.
I was her best friend.
