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Alexmercer25
08-30-2011, 02:17 PM
A crystalline gem! That was my first thought about her when I saw her near the local shop. I did not know her, from where she came or even her name but I was floored. But you cannot just go and talk to a girl like that. Specially me as I am not the kind of socializing guy. I am a little reserved and talk freely with friends only. So I went on with my stuff and returned home. Talking with the shopkeeper I came to know of her name, D, what a wonderful name.
Within two month, I knew her well enough through the social page of Facebook. D was kind of very friendly and who is used to go out with friends. Every time that I chatted with her, I became more and more in love with her. It was during the summer vacation after Cambridge exams and we chatted very much. But it was always very friendly and as for me, I always kept my feelings hidden. College resumed soon and sometimes our path crossed after school, she being in the red uniform and me in white and black. Sometimes we just exchanged smiles and other times we shook hand, exchange a ‘hello’ and then went our own way.
On the day of results I went to my college with my cousin and her mom. After taking mine and meeting my friends I went to my cousin’s college and there she was, with her mom, I met her and by the way she got excellent results. Soon afterwards college resumed back to normal, students having very good grades have applied for a transfer and I expected her to do the same. The obvious reply came; she got the transfer and went to her new college which was far away. We seldom met afterwards but we continued to chat less often and then one day she asked me for some songs. I told her that I would give it to her and that’s how I got her number.
In my class, some of my friends once asked me if I was parented to D. By the way, D turned out to be a distant family of mine. I told them that she was not really family but kind of a distant relative. They then told me that D and I made a good pair. That Wednesday, I had to meet her at a bus-stop in her home town after my tuition. At about three that day I got a message from her telling me that she will not come as there is no tuition for her that day. I told her not to worry and that next week we would meet. Day by day, I was more and more eager as to when will Wednesday come for me to meet her. Finally that day came by and we met. That moment passed in slow motion for me and I waited for her to get her bus and then I went home. That day I was elated and very happy. Things went on for about three weeks till I gave her all the songs she wanted. Then life went on.
Some two weeks later, I could no longer see her in my friend list on Facebook and so I sent her a text asking why she was not on Facebook and that was when she told me that she had deactivated her account. It was only later that I knew that she had blocked me. Was she afraid that someone might misunderstand my posts? Was she really annoyed with me? Have I done something wrong? These questions haunted me for about two days and then slowly I stopped asking myself questions about her. About a month ago, she sent me a message asking if I had a movie with her favorite actor. As it was for her I searched for it a whole week and then finally downloaded it. Happy that I was going to see her I asked her if she was free on Tuesday.

On Tuesday, I took my bicycle and decided to go and give her that movie. When rain started falling, I knew I was going to do something stupid but even then I went out for that eight kilometer ride. Reaching near her home I texted her and she came out of her house. That scene of her standing there in the veranda was beautiful. There she was, smiling, that cute smile of her’s being mesmerizing. That night I could not sleep as I was dreaming of her. It was like flashes of images of her passing before my eyes.
Some two weeks back, I was going to the bus-stop after tuition when I saw her coming. My two friends who were with me at that time told me to talk to her. But when she was in front of me, just a ‘hello’ came out of my mouth. Both of my friends cursed and told me that I blew it big time and I needed to learn more. Now I am sometimes daydreaming about her. Though it pains a hell lot inside my heart, I try not to show it. I think that this is what I call a pain of heart.