Wow, I am getting to the end of my short story (I bet some of you did not know it is a true story). I am sorry to disappoint if you are hoping for a happy ending and a live happily ever after because this did not end like that. Two days after I graduated, I called her as usual in the midnight and told her how I felt about her and how I would like to go out with her. she wasn’t surprised she asked me why I didn’t tell her while we were in school. I told her it was because I didn’t believe in relationships and I kept convincing myself that I could stop liking her. After a long pause, she said “I would prefer a great friendship to a bad relationship”. I did not know the meaning of her comment at that instance. I thought she meant try harder or something else in that line of thought (like when ladies try to play hard to get). Now that I think of it, I think she told me “NO” as cautiously as she could tell me. Guess I am trying to say she friend zoned my ass. We kept talking for weeks till she got admitted into the university. I can still remember her first text message describing her classmates to me. It was from her I learnt the word “hilarious”. I did not give up on her despite the fact that she stopped calling or texting for some time and would ignore my calls at other times. I was waiting for the right moment to ask her again.

This opportunity came three years after we graduated. Wait a minute, I think I skipped something very important that happened in between, my impetus. The first was during a school reunion barely months after we graduated from school at this point. Our communication was already on and off. I came earlier than her. In fact I did not even know she was going to show up because if I did, I would have been absent. The thing is that for about seventy percent of the whole duration of the program she kept staring at me from her table and was swift to turn her head each time I caught her staring. The second however came during the valedictory service of one of our junior colleagues. As usual I didn’t expect her to come but something told me she would and that same spirit told me to wear her best colour for whatever reason. I got to the venue before her again and immediately she strolled in (we actually wore the same colour of fabric. It was like we had planned it), my heart started pounding heavily despite the fact that I have not seen her for up to two years. she didn’t see me initially because I was with someone else and because I dodged but when I saw that she went to the back and the program was about to close. I tried to escape but she caught me and said“hey tunde, haha! You just want to go like that without greeting us. Are we fighting? I told her I wanted to get something outside (first time I would lie to her). Then she did the hugging stuff and we ended up talking for hours our conversation was about me and also my relationship status (she asked me if I was in a relationship)

I was certain she had feelings for me but it was locked up somewhere but you never can tell so I did not plan to do anything for now. It has been three years since we graduated, five years since I started liking her. Most times, I always motivate myself with the words of priyanka chopra in the film pyaar impossible where she said “Any girl will be madly in love with you for loving her that long” in response to uday chopras confession of liking a girl for 7 years (there I go with Indian films again. I have stopped watching them).I decided to call her again. This time I reminded her of the first time I asked her out and her initial answer and informed her that my feelings had not changed. She was listening with such rapt attention that I thought that fortune had smiled on me. She told me to describe the whole scenario in details. I could swear I heard her smile. When I was true with talking, she relaxed a bit trying to pick her words carefully. She asked me if I was not reflecting on high school memories. She later added that she never thought of me like that, she always thought of me as a friend (she validated my friend zone status).she then said she didn’t know what to say. I was disappointed, the phone conversation had reduced to sounds of our breathing. I decided to break the silence. I told her whenever she has something to say, I will be around to listen to her answer. I called her the next day but the conversation was so weird. We could not talk for more than three minutes. That was when I knew I had to stop. I had lost, my adventure was over. Unlike what most people would have done, I didn’t result to hatred .in fact I appreciate her for providing her with one of the sweetest memories I have. Each time I feel down or sad and I replay the memories I created with her in my head, I become cheerful. I don’t think this write up has any moral story per say, but if you ask me for something that I have learnt from the experience, I would tell you that you must always act very fast and confidently concerning the matters of the heart. I do not intend to send this write up to her, but if she ever comes across it three, ten, twenty, fourty, hundred years from now. I hope she would understand that my intentions for her were always good and I really did like her. I liked her to the extent that my future was built around her but all I lacked according to her words during graduation is the confidence to speak my mind and the courage to show her how much she meant to me. However, due to my curiosity if I ever get to see her again or if she ever gets to read this write up, I would like to know two things. Did she ever like me? If yes, when did she stop? And if no when why was she playing me?










I AM STILL TRYING TO BELIEVE IT IS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST THAN NOT TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL