You are a friend of a friend. Your dating list is quite impressive. I never told anyone that I rather fancy you. That I constantly think about you. I have some reason to be quite. Let’s say you are well known. Well known and well liked.
Me, I am no one and nobody liked me. I thing I am being too harsh on myself rather say I am difficult to like very much. Difficult to know me. None of that my fault. I just find being agreeable to be depressing.
You came late to class yesterday so I become late today. In hope of sitting beside you but making it look so tiresome. Oh! You know all business of being late not a seat to sit,dang it I have to sit beside you I hope you don’t sense any underlying love in this. Scoff scoff class is boring let’s do small talks. I not much good but I hope you are. You know its just class that boring I do not normally talk rather I listen to class . but for quite some time I want to listen to you.
You were early today and I was late, very late. I don’t want to take chances you know. I was denied entry to the class. But you were in there, in the class talking to someone else. Quietly seated in far corner where no teacher bother to look you were there.talking. I can’t help but to think that the girl next to you might be me.
Hell that life , you can not plan everything in life. But just maybe if you come out right now because you are let’s say want to go to toilet, or water cooler,or just plain bunking and you saw me hunched up in the corner typing about you. Maybe you walk over cause you kinda know me. Probably felt sorry for me try to cheer me up crack some jokes, or let’s bitch about teacher or let’s talk how you got lucky yesterday and i would all be surprised of you being late yesterday. Never heard of you being late, really wow.
Then you will start going back to class but I know we are not finish talking so you suggest of going to nearby cafe after class. Maybe give you a treat of you being late and what not.
Or nothing would happen ,you will never get out of class ,we will never talk alone , and I will keep on meet
Poem are still in business, because of us romantics. We love Taylor swift. We doodle pretty boys and girls on back of our copy with heart all around. Love for is something palpable, something solid, its in the air and we breathe it every time we see a pretty little thing walking past us.
Its our duty to notify our friend about NSP in the area. Yes, we giggle a lot and yes we have secret code word for every handsome guy and yes we eye even those guys which are taken. We are a thriving tribe. We know no caste, no age,no gender. We support each other through the magical primary stage of love and we support through the dark holes of heart break.
No contrary to popular belief we are not incarnation of ” all that is western”.no we definitely are not devils and nope we all don’t dye our hairs or wear short skirts. We are available in all shape and sizes and we don’t distinguish. Anyone is welcome in our umbrella of search for love.
You think we don’t exist,you think we are urban legend. Well then look hard, look around you, look at the person sitting next to you, if in class look around the lecture hall, if in mess look up and watch, if in library then you are in hotspot of new romantics. We are everywhere around you. We are omnipresent. Look inside you and deep down you know you are one of us.
In case you are still doubting then ask yourself if you:
1) you are known to cry in movies.
2)your capacity of watching cheesy romantic comedy can only be describe as superhuman.
3)your biggest crush have been character from book you have read.
4) you secretly wish for random roses on valentine.
5) you believe in” the one”.
6)your favorite singer is Taylor swift.
7)you attach sentimental value to nonliving things.
8)you have a long list of crushes, revising the list every few days.
9)you feel jealous when your friend talk to their boyfriend /girlfriend,while you are still single.
If you have more than five character than congratulation you are part of this club. Stand straight, chin up be proud you love the idea of being in love.
You know we could be a thing
I know but we chose not
Yeah I guess so
You know what I meant the whole business is meaningless.
Yeah you are right
I looked at him. He was sitting beside me.
We hardly ever sit together in lecture. We are not touchy that way. If there is sit you are welcome but never did I hold a sit for him. I always find holding a sit for someone to be tiring. You know who is going to sit beside you. It just take away what little adventure we have in life.
But today he sat rather there beside me. Our body slightly touching each other. I was surprised that I felt nothing. Had it been three months before I would be bursting frome inside. Three months is the time it take a crush to be crushed into nothing. Three months I waited for him to notice me. Three months it take me to get used to his indifference. Three months of his talking about his lost love. Three months of his calling love a waste. Three months of my being a friend and telling him the same. Three months is a long time. Long enough to be dissuaded. Like I had been.
Here he sit nonchalant popping the question and here I sit beside him ,our body just touching saying no.
Bell rang ,teacher came and we studied. Behaving as if just not a minute before he actually proposed me and I actually said no. Life is weird I will give you that. Bloody fucking three months. I really wanted to laugh. Later he asked me if I want to go out with him. I said alright knowing where he meant. But boy two months back when he asked me the same I was wetting myself. Later when we “went out” we went library.
By outing he meant library. Yeah a fucking library. Not even college canteen.
Well at least he asked even if after three months. At least he asked is all I can say.
I started watching naruto when I was 14 years old. Lonely and weird it was my respite from the world I live. I tried to see myself in him but I always failed. His strength and confidence felt foriengn to me.
I lay awake in my bed try to fantasize about next episodes. I in true sense getting bonkers for this show. We tend to not notice of how Much a thing we watch while we were child tend to shape the way we live, the way we thought, the way we talk, the way we pat on someone on shoulder and ask ramen in Indian restaurant.
Its been years since I last ask for a ramen or make a ninja star on front of my copy. But it’s just been yesterday when I introduce myself in a debate competiton as next hokage. Its was weird to remember that memory in that moment, but I chose to roll with it and completed my debate in the same cocky way naruto would have done.
At the end of competition(which I won) almost everyone wants to know what is a hokage. Since yesterday in memory of my childhood hero I binge watched all his movies and right now hooking on boruto.
Its just not naruto which adored my childhood room, it included capeta,pokemoon,ultimate muscle,Zorro.
I was particularly close to Zorro. Maybe his whole looser dude vibrated with my persona hoping against hope that I might wear a mask like Zorro and transform myself in person I want to be.
Seeing those shows throughout my childhood made me believe that I was hero just like them and I have to win. That people are watching me and they are rooting for me and I just can’t disappoint them.
This thought continue to obsess me. It made me conscious of not only my individuality but that of other too. Seeing them I became a spectator in their show and wonder about their feeling, their life and their powers. For me we live a world of superheroes everyone with its own power and origin story it’s own fault and strength and me a spectator trying and fighting with my own demons and trying to be hero of my own accord.
I was so into continue talking to him that i again activate my social media account i have uninstalled for months. I spend hours yesterday thinking about me and where i am going.
Today There is an resentment growing in me. Like a cold anger devulging me. I am feeling a strange anger, I don’t know why it is here ,it seems to just reside and spoil everything I take part in. It feels like real me the narcisstic, cynic and egoist me.
seems as the love struck puppy me was someone stupid, someone who believe in movies or have read too much novels. But it just didn’t happen. I don’t feel serene I feel twisted. Like everything I was doing in past week was sort of a facade . a false wall I thought I can make a future of. But it fall pretty fast ,like it was just bidding its time till my mind send a wave and pull it down. I just don’t belong for long. I had my play ,I had my time ,now it’s time to move on. There is so much to do i can’t just wait every time for his text to come. I hate waiting ,its like non negotiable to me. I like result and I like it fast .
I think being with him I was trying too hard. Too over the top. To feel desirable, important I pull myself low. I think I betrayed myself in ways I promise myself I would not do. Making someone irreplaceable is the biggest mistake one can do. Giving away yourself, your identity for being with someone is to punish yourself. The reality feel heavy and black like coming out of deep sleep. Better to see it first and stop myself before it is too late and I again find myself comforting in my tears.
Something totally weird is going on in my life.
I am supposedly helping a friend coping with his break up while nourishing a crush over him. I fuck like this boy and seeing him go so madonna over this girl is making me mad. It’s retard.
I am nodding my head, writing most sensible email while trying ways to get a date out of him. We are strict study buddy and never had a outing. Not even let roam in the road type. I see this guy for hours , we laugh together, we learn together and just that. Nothing else. Next we came to talk is his ex.
I know I am not the cutest in the bunch, OK maybe not the one in a pair even but man I got feelings too. We gell together like mango and vanilla. I listen to him like he is the next best thing. Seriously he is not.
I carry my heart on my sleeves and I drop it very easy. It doesn’t matter how he looks like or how he is academically, if he just shine when my heart is at weakest I got a crush.
I am not the type of girl who hide his crush. Everyone in my dorm will know who I got eyes over. They then try to do those irritating thing which we girls can do so effortlessly it seems it came wired on us. They literally eye him like he is a fresh meat. They will then tell me if he got a hairstyle or which color of cloth look good on him which frankly is insane. They notice what even I don’t notice and for record I notice a lot.
I know how these things work for me. There would like a good hype over this guy but next thing I know I am hyperventilating over another , its kinda like a trend I have seen so many times that now I rather enjoy then be anxious. After everything said and done we can always say shit happens.
Its OK if I stand alone cause I am always lone
Its OK if you don’t ask cause I am just an outcast
Its OK if you don’t look me in the eye
Its OK if you say the most hurtful things with smile
Its OK if I weep and you don’t see as you don’t look me in the eye
Its OK if I storm out of the room and you will still smile.
Its not OK if you come back to me with bruises
Its not OK if you cry and fight in front of me
Its not OK if you expect me to stich
Its not OK if you want to kiss away your tears
Its not OK if you make me more hollow to make yourself less shallow