There was a girl I always liked. She was the most famous girl in the school unlike me who was a spoiled child (maybe still is). Every teacher liked her since she knew the answer to every question she was asked. Her smile would make everyone melt and her gentle voice would suck everyone into a happy land. Unlike everyone, that was never the way I looked at her. I knew her since kindergarten and we were best friends. I thought we would never meet again when I graduated kindergarten, but then we met again since we went to the same elementary school. I made friends very quickly. Some would act like my servant and do whatever I asked them to do. I ignored her for a whole year since I was too shy to talk all of a sudden. She would be nice to anyone who talked to her and since we knew each other, I knew there wouldn’t be any problem talking to her. Well, that was not the case. Whenever she came close to me, I avoided her. If she started playing with us, I would go play with something else.
I knew I couldn't continue this any longer when she came to me and asked me why I was avoiding her. I asked myself why I avoided her and realized that there was no reason to, so I started talking to her again. I only talked to her a little in second grade and third grade. Then in fourth grade, I started talking to her a lot. By fifth grade we would hang around most of the time during school and sometimes after school.
One day, she did not come to school. I went to her house after school to check what happened to her, but her mother came out instead and told me that she does not want to talk to anyone. I told her mother that if she tells her that it’s me, then she will come out. She stared at me weirdly, but agreed to go back in and tell her. She did come out, but when she saw me, she looked at me with so much hatred that I couldn't say a word. All I said was, "Come to school tomorrow, okay?"
The next day she came to school and I asked her what was wrong. She said it was none of my business. Obviously that did not satisfy me, so I annoyed her by asking the same question continuously. She got so mad that in the end, she slapped me. After she slapped me, I got so mad that I told her that I would never talk to her again.
Few weeks later, it was Valentine’s Day. I was surprised to see so many chocolates in my locker. Some of them contained love letter to me, but I was too young and innocent to realize what it was. I checked all the chocolates to see if any of them were from her. She did not give me the chocolate. Even though I knew this was going to happen, I was still disappointed. Then I thought of a good idea which was to give her white chocolate and cookies on white day. White day is a day which happens one month after Valentine’s Day and the men would give women something more expensive in return. When I gave her the chocolates, I knew she was happy, but she was hiding her expression. In the end, she smiled and we started hanging around with each other again.
In the beginning of sixth grade, my dad suddenly told me that I would be going to international school in India in few months. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to talk to anyone since I might break into tears while telling the news about leaving. I would miss my friends too much. There was no way I could tell her about this. I tried my best to act normal, but I was sure people knew I was depressed, but never dared to ask.
A month before I left the school, I told everyone that I will be leaving the school and some of my friends started crying and I couldn't stop myself from crying. Then I decided to invite everyone to my house for a farewell party. Even though my house was not big enough to take all my friends, they decided to come and brought me many gifts. Fortunately she came to the party too. Then I realized that I was too shy to talk to her again and this time, she decided not to talk to me too. I was sad to think that we would break apart without talking to her.
When the party was over, a note was left on my desk. It was the only note which was not directly given to me. I had a feeling that it was from her, but I didn't have the courage to open to see what was written in it.
Then it was the day I left for India. Before leaving, I went to my school one last time to say good bye to my friends. She still didn't talk to me and I was upset, but I decided to just let it go. When I was on the plane, I finally decided to read the note.
When I opened the note, I broke into tears. It was about how we first met and how she liked me from the first time we met. Also how sad she was about the fact that I didn't talk to her for a year and how she was glad to talk to me again. She also told me about why she did not come to school and I got to know that it was because of me. Other girls bullied her and told her not to hang around with me. Even though I knew that she was getting bullied because of me, I pretended like I didn't know about it and I hated myself for that. I could barely make out the rest of the letter since my tears were blocking my eyesight, but I still remember the last thing that was written. "I love you and if you love me, please tell me before leaving" After I read that I just couldn't stop myself from crying. I knew she liked me and I knew that I liked her too, but I didn't want to accept the fact that I liked her since she was like a sister to me. I realized that it was not her who changed, but me. I became too full of myself and my pride was not accepting that I liked her. After the incident, I decided not to like any girls since I knew that my pride would eventually overcome my feelings.
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