13 was when i had my first crush.
did so many things wrong.
stupid friends and idiotic movies made me believe stalking was the best way to a girl’s heart.
(didn’t even know it was stalking until my 20s.)
didn’t let that girl go anywhere — i was like a shadow.
if she was in school and it was interval time, the only places she was safe from me were the classroom and the bathroom.
later, i found out she actually got my number.
(yeah, 13-year-old malayali boy in 2013 with a nokia — flex.)
apparently, she tried to call me once, but my phone was switched off.
her friends told me, and it made sense — it really was switched off that whole week.
when i asked her about it, she denied it.
so i made peace with the fact that it wasn’t meant to be.
then i changed schools after 10th.
she came to my school for higher secondary.
she could’ve gone anywhere — full a+ and all —
but she chose a school with no bus route,
a school you have to walk ten minutes to reach.
like, wtf, are you into me or not?
i didn’t even know what to feel — happy, confused, guilty?
felt like fate was pulling a weird joke on me.
funny how even the smallest teenage stories can still sting years later.
maybe i’ll write the rest whenever i feel whatever i’m feeling right now.
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