I never loved her. Never. It was just a liking. A liking for her. But, I also like so many others and it never feels like that. So, was it Infatuation? Maybe. Or was it love? No, I guess. But, who cares? Sometimes, I care, don't I? Yes, I think, would be the honest answer.
There
was a yearning for her, an urge to meet her no sooner did I leave
her. Wanted to look at her always, glancing at first and then gaping
at her beauty till the bell rang announcing the end of the class. Was
she really that beautiful? My friends never agreed on that. And, of
course, we had more beautiful girls in the class than her. Then why
did I gape at her? What charm did she put on me?
Some
say its love. But, doesn't violins play in the background when you
are with your love and the wind seems to come out of nowhere blowing
the dry leaves against you and you keep on looking at her with your
mouth wide open as she tries to manage her dress blowing in the wind?
Such things never happened with me. Then, how can it be love? It must
have been infatuation. But again, doesn't people in infatuation
forget the other person in no time and stop caring about her as soon
as they are out of their sight for a long time? This also didn't
happen with me. I seem to care for her still now when I haven't met
her for more than thirty days by now. So was it love or
infatuation? Simply, I don't know. Confused, totally confused I am.
