When he had a crush on me, I was in a relationship. When I developed feelings for him later, he jerked me off. A year after, he confessed his heart once again, over a phone call. I was 1000 kms away then.
We called it off, once and for all this time. It was a mutual decision with no hard feelings, considering that sometimes two individuals are just not meant to be together.
While I was always more of a Sheeran person, he has a taste for Punk rock. The only thing common between us was our inability to express through words, and that’s how music came to our rescue.
Though we remained good friends all this while, but got so busy in our lives that 5-6 hours talk got confined into a Whatsapp text I received once every 3 months.
You know, friendship doesn’t always have to end, sometimes it just changes. That hurts more. And no matter how much we blame the other person for moving on selfishly, at the end of the day, we do it too. We move on.
When I was 20, I set up a to-do list. Now I’m 23 and two out of them are still kept on pending.
- Get a tattoo
Attend a house party
I striked the latter as my phone buzzed to a text message at 7 pm.
My concept of house parties was limited to booze, loud music, girls kissing girls ( exactly what I’ve heard and seen in movies) and tbh that’s what I wanted, that’s what I expected it to be like. That’s the problem with expectations- It’s a cancer for happiness.
What I supposed would be a fun and wild night, turned out complete opposite for me. The only thing that kept me engaged was that guy in black who kept staring at my direction. Is it only me or guys do become 10 times more attractive when they wear black?
After a long hot shower, I crashed into my bed at 12. I put on my earphones and listened to Strawberries and Cigarettes on repeat. Just when my phone was on 1 per cent, I received a call with a familiar voice on the other end.
The phone died.
To be continued…
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