Conscious but lost…

We promoted to class ten. As usual, I did a brilliant result, took my position higher than before. Can’t remember what her position was. Our sections remained different. By that time, we acknowledged our friendship. We used to sit together, chat together. Sometimes, she didn’t go on her van, rather, we walked together to her way of home and I normally returned from a certain place. I liked her very very much, the feeling was extremely strong. But, being a practical boy, I didn’t destroy my academic life. My study was in its place, intact and progressive. My life was as usual with a firm presence of that girl everywhere. Therefore, actually it wasn’t as usual…

This is the time; I wrote her the first letter. I can remember, the letter was absolutely kiddies. It was about how much I like her but in funny languages. She did take it and just put it in her bag. The next day she gave me another in return. I can clearly recall her one was on a page of a diary. One line of the letter was ‘You wrote this letter three times, and, thus I also read it three times. And I am burning in anger reading it’. Yes, it was not a proposal (at least directly) or neither had she accepted (again, directly).  Probably, she didn’t scroll me that much because I was quite a close friend of her. Then, she pointed out my spelling mistakes and so did I. And, both of our first letters were washed away by our laughter. 

So, what about the other girls who had a crush on me or I used to flattered on! Yes, I starting avoiding them or in other word, started spending more time with the beloved one. My inclination to this girl was clearly visible and thus those girls started hating her. They hated her not only because I was with her but also as she was getting concentration of a good student. Now I know, some of your classmates want to keep good friendship with the good students. And my girl, seemed to have no knowledge about all these practical things…