>we were two of a kind. we grew up together. she was always the smarter of the two, but i always preferred to remain number two. through my life i have come to accept her as my best critique. My friend, my philosopher, my guide. through the darkness of time, she shown upon me, upon my path, she was my ever guiding light, that refused to blow out even in the fiercest of gales. she was as sturdy as the gibraltar when it comes to keeping secrets. she was my treasure house of all the darkest of my secrets, my drooling and the likes of it. even though we did college at different places, we always stayed in touch, 4 hours everyday by phone, and the remaining 20 in each others heart as a memory that will linger till eternity. she is beyond words, and our relationship was platonic. no one dares to call it lust, or rather none who dared ever lived to see the next day.....

But things change. dont they? two weeks ago, she proposed to me. i knew this was wrong, i knew it will never work out, i had a thousand doubts already and a million more were forming, the very instant i shook my head, smiled and said yes. we held hands together, for the first time in many years. we talked, giggled, gossiped and at that moment i realized that it was meant to be like this, god has treated me extra kindly. i was in complete bliss when suddenly i realized that i had to leave station the very next day. i stopped in greens drove on reds, broke a half a dozen rules and kept thinking about her till i reache home that night.

yesterday i returned, i was happy beyond words, i jumped of the train and ran to the PCO to call her....she broke it off, in the sweetest of words, she told we will remain good friends as usual, my mind had half a dozen doubts, a million more were creeping in when i said 'yes you are right' and hung up. i cannot be her love anymore, least her friend. i don't have the face to face her. i cannot laugh genuinely anymore when she is near, neither can i act busy. oh god, why did you treat me so kindly?


P.S based on a true story
P.P.S does not involve me :P