maybe she means something..

During the first few days of college, it was real uncomfortable sitting in class, with nobody to talk to, nobody to joke with, blankly staring at the board,trying to grasp what the teacher was teaching. Days passed and groups began to form. Everybody started making new friends. Even I started talking to people but I wasn't really prepared to make friends. Then, one fine day, came a question, "Are you going to be the CR?". The one to ask the question was a "she". That was it. The beginning. Maybe not a very interesting one, but a beginning it sure was. Once again, days passed and we started conversing. Not much but quite a lot. In the beginning,it was just small talks before and after classes. Slowly,the conversations started over WhatsApp as well. Then came the phase where we realized we had similar lives and that brought us closer. We were similar in just so many aspects. I never chose her as a friend. There was no way I was formally introduced to her. She wasn't introduced to me either. We just connected.

A guy liked her. He proposed her. I was the first one to know about it. They got together. He broke up. I came to know of the misunderstandings. I took it on myself to clear them. I stayed up late at night listening to her cry. I consoled her,stood by her,just like any friend would. I explained the guy everything and finally,things got better. They got together again. They broke up twice after that. But they got together again and again. Everytime, I was there for her as a support. To make her happy.

She is a pretty girl. With a smile that can melt a thousand hearts taken together. She is one crazy girl,jumping about all the time and taking it as a responsibility to trouble others. (Just like me) . She became my best friend out here in no time.

But, there was this final break up. This time it was serious. In a way,it was good. A guy who made a girl with such a beautiful smile cry most of the time while in the relationship,didn't deserve her. 

She cried and there was no way I could stay away from her. I had to be there for my best friend. She would be with me all the time in college. I would go to the station to drop. She got better slowly. But then, we continued to be close. She held hands when we walked. She would hug me and I would hug her whenever we wished. She would kiss me on my cheeks innumerable number of times. I did that too. It was at this time that I noticed how cute she actually was. 

As time passed, it occurred to me that I was feeling for her differently. She's my best friend and I love her. But the type of love I was feeling for her then was different. She too confessed that she was having such feelings for me. But then, we were normal about it. 

Even now, as I am typing this, I feel for her. I realize that I love her and I care about her. But I am scared. I am scared that if I do something stupid, I'll lose a best friend and I am not at all ready to lose a friend like her.