Lovers Are Strangers

I’ve no idea why I’m writing this post. NO I’m not suffering from any heartbreak… It’s just that I miss my school sweetheart. He was my first friend when I got transferred to a new school. My class teacher asked him to sit next to me and from that day on wards he never left my side for the past six years. He was more than I could have ever asked for. He was smart, intelligent, cute, funny and handsome. He accepted me  the way I am. He knew all my dark and bright sides. He handled me with love, care and affection. He would stammer whenever he was asked to call out my name. He was there for me during my highs and lows. Oh! I really miss our visits to the galleries and malls.  He was a bit of old school so we were always accompanied by some friends or so. We used to cram history dates together and compete who can out shine whom on the dates data base. He would help me with maths problems and in return I would help him with chemistry reaction conversions. He never left my side I mean, he even accompanied me in the late comers crowd. He gave me strength and inspired me to study.

It would appear to you people like we were really close. Yes, I can say that we were close but our closeness was parted by the distance which sprung between us. We both moved to different cities for further studies. The innocence and sweetness of our relationship was killed by the distance. Although this all happened three-year back but I still can’t forget and forgive him. I can’t forgive him for leaving such a big void in my heart which no one will ever be able to fill it. I hate him for knowing me so well and then leaving me on such a short notice. I hate him for agreeing with my stupid decision of parting ways. I hate him because I’m not able to picture his face all I can recall his voice calling out my name and asking me to stop crying.

The memories of the time which I’ve spent with him is all fading away but the void still remains the same. It’s funny how can a close one becomes a complete stranger in no time.

Done With The Drama

Let me warn you guys this post is going to be a rant on dating. Yes, you’ve got me right here I’m not satisfied with my dating thing. I have no idea wait I have got a whole bunch of ideas what’s really going wrong. Either way it’s not ending up as the way I wanted it to. I thought that it will bring some randomness in my life but it ended up bringing all the awkwardness. I felt like a pathetic fool. I’m not much of a romantic person so I find continuous staring creepy. Does my face resembles a pizza? I guess the answer is NO. So, please don’t provoke me to pop your eyes out. During the time of discussion have some courtesy to listen what the other side wants to say or convey. Don’t just go on assuming that the person sitting in front of you is dumb. Oh! if you really want to be a genius fellow, then at least pickup a good topic of discussion like rocket science instead of some stupid and dumb action flick. Don’t just go on inquiring all about my whereabouts. Jeez.. It makes me feel like I’m sitting in an interrogation session. Please don’t make me the one who do all the talking. Come on! God has given you a  mouth so make the best use of  it and speak up. If you want to talk about your ex then spare me. If I’m insisting on splitting up the bill then just quit you whining let me have my way with it. Stop playing with my personal stuffs like my cellphone when I’m not around. I believe in a code of personal space and please don’t break it. Don’t give the puffy eyes when things don’t work out, be a man and walk with your head held high. Last but not the least, pack your possessive attitude in a bag and throw it in a river/sea or a place from where it doesn’t returns back to haunt me. It’s cute sometimes but with the growing time I feel like your cutting down my oxygen supply. I know I’m a hard candy but these traits will really agitate anyone on this planet earth.

I’ve finally come up with a conclusion which is :

D = Dating = Drama = Dangerous.