Saturday, May 5, 2012
Somebody I Used To Know #1
They first met in school, as is typical of many teenage relationships. She first saw him when he sat in front of her during the first ever of 4 years of morning assemblies they would have to attend. She found his white hair peculiar and that was what she first remembered him by — the Guy with the White Hair. Amidst the initial introductions and grasping of new faces and names, she would find herself remembering his name almost instantly because it was special.
She would soon start to find that he was special.
The first year of school proved particularly rough — it was a year fraught with utter confusion and rebellion and growing up. It was the year she realized she was different. She desperately wanted someone to care for her and for someone to understand but eyes blinded by her own naïveté and small-mindedness, she didn't see anyone at all.
One day she fought with her mother. She locked herself in the bathroom and cried. Amidst all this he told her something she thought he had forgot. It was the first time ever in months she felt like someone truly cared. After hearing what he said, she couldn't stop crying.
Months later when he finally reciprocated her feelings, she realized she didn't like him as much as she thought she did. As they had became closer, his flaws revealed themselves to her. In a juvenile fashion, she silently nitpicked on them. But she couldn't forget how good he was to her. She couldn't forget the hope he'd given to her back then, how patiently and kindly he had treated her. Gratitude was the single thing that kept it together as long as it did.
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By now you should know who you are. I don't know if you're reading this. I don't know how you feel. I don't know what you remember. I don't think I need to say anymore because we all know how this story ends. But I want you to know that I am immensely grateful. Thank you for showing me that you cared and thank you for caring for me even after I have hurt you. We're not friends anymore and I don't know what you think of me. After we graduated I started thinking of you quite bitterly (a large part of it was due to association to You-Know-Who… aiya we all I know I mean your girlfriend), but it was only because I was hurt by what you said. So I guess that makes us quits now.
I don't know how you are like now but every now and then I think of the you all those years ago. I am sorry if you changed because of what happened. But I hope you're happy now.
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