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OFFICIAL THREAD FOR THIS STORY, this is cleaner than this thread (same story, same content): https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/94515921
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"You wanna play the game? It's like this: You play around. You have fun. You share your secrets. You tell stories. You cry on each others shoulders. You hold hands. You think about forever but, you do not fall in love. Because the first one who does, loses." - unknown
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"I love you," she told him again, for the hundredth time. "Yash, I love you."
But of course, he rejected her, for the hundredth time.
She knew he would, so she took it with a smile.
This is a true story.
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When they became friends in her first year of high school, she had fallen for him right away. She just hadn't realized it at that point. He wrote poetry. He was mature. He was the kind of person that Aarti wanted. She wanted him really badly. In the beginning she denied it.
No way, I can't like him, she used to think.
She did not tell anyone about her feelings because she wasn't entirely sure herself. All she knew was that she looked forward to their meetings, their conversations.
"How are you doing? Have you written anything new lately?" he asked her.
"I'm doing alright," she replied, feeling happy that he genuinely seemed to want to know. "How are you doing? I haven't written anything no, have you?"
"I'm doing fine. I wrote this new piece of poetry, would you like to read it?"
"Sure!" she replied enthusiastically, always looking forward to reading his writing.
It was another depressing piece. She wasn't surprised. He seemed to really enjoy writing about depressing love poems. She had not reached the depths of his soul yet, she had not found the courage to ask him the reason behind his despair, but she knew that he had feelings he was confining to a tiny cavity in his chest.
"It's great!" she told him. "You're such a good writer."
"Thanks! Alright I'll see you later! I have to get going!" he said after she read it.
Their conversations went back and forth like this for a while. Usually, in fact, nearly always, they would speak online. She was too afraid to speak to him in person and she had no idea why he didn't approach her either. In fact, that conversation that just occurred happened online too - this was just what she imagined it would have been like in person.
The first time he talked to her in person they were standing outside the school's front doors. Aarti was with two of her friends and he was with two of his. He walked out of the door. "Aarti, did you see a guy in a blue shirt?"
Aarti could feel herself blushing. She pressed her lips together and shook her head. The way he said her name, the way he spoke to her, oh for the first time in months. The only time they had spoken in person before this was last year in Grade 8, when they were in the same class. That time she despised him and they would argue constantly. He would call her names and she would respond with sarcastic remarks. They were always like a cat and mouse, arguing back and forth. What made it worse was that they were always seated together or one in front of the other. It was like God wanted something else.
As soon as he left, Aarti could feel the blood rushing to her body. She had been on her way to Physical Education, where they were to run around the track outside. Aarti, who was always so lazy to run and could hardly run for a minute, ran around the whole track three times. The jaws of her friends literally dropped. "This is Aarti?" they had murmured. She got an adrenaline rush, simply because he had spoken to her. She didn't know what her condition would be later on. It was then that she started to realize that she might actually have feelings for him after all.
The second time he spoke to her in person was in the winter time, closer to December. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing sweatpants and a heavy jacket. She was in the cafeteria with the same group of girls, feeling like she looked like shit. Aarti knew that she wasn't ugly - in fact, she considered herself pretty, but today she wasn't feeling particularly nice looking. However, when she saw him coming, she felt her cheeks burn again. She could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks. "Aarti," he said, as her heart beat picked up.
She turned around to look at him.
"You have a pretty smile."
Then he walked off. She could not stop smiling the whole day. Later, on the bus ride home, she overheard him telling his friend. "Yeah he dared us to go around complimenting girls..."
She immediately felt upset, however, she was determined to not jump to conclusions and decided that she had misheard him. Later on, months later, when they were much closer, she asked him about that day, he told her that he had been dared but she genuinely did have a nice smile.
The real turning point in their lives came up next, in the form of Mark. From September 1st, until May, she admired him from afar, smiling to herself slowly as he walked by. Her heart would leap every time he started a conversation. In May, their friendship turned into best friendship. They grew a lot closer, and it was all thanks to Mark.
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This is a true story. I'm very inspired to write this right now. This won't be too long, hopefully. This is just part one. It should be finished within five parts.
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