30th April 2015
Dear Diary,
Six long months, since we ended everything. Time passed so quickly, I remember how he transferred to our school from California in 8th grade in the back of my mind. Now we’re 12th graders and seniors. But only thing that didn’t change…my feelings for him. I tried moving on but by now I have realised I can never move on from my crush and my first love. Only thing that I could do was hide this little secret from him forever.
And that wouldn’t be a difficulty now as I’m transferring abroad. Yes, my mom got a job transfer with good facilities and they’re even providing an apartment there for us. I was also done with the enrollment of my new school where I’d only study for a year after I graduate. Unfortunately I couldn’t graduate from this school, where I read from the 1st grade and was leaving a year before my graduation, where they’d take pictures of all students. I wouldn’t be there. There’d be no picture of me in graduation photos as a proof that I studied here. How funny!
I didn’t have much to leave behind here. Sure, I’d miss my few casual friends and also him…I’d miss him the most of all.
I was leaving today, so I decided to give some memorable gifts to those friends of mine. And finally I decided to give him gift as a memory.
I knocked the door of his house. Don’t ask how I got his address, I just did like he got my number. The door opened giving me a view of him. His hair was messy, he was in casuals and his hazel brown eyes, still attractive as usual. His house seemed to be empty, maybe his parents were gone somewhere.
His eyes widened after looking at me.
“I have something to say.”, I replied.
“Come inside.”
He was inviting me to his house? Although the offer was too tempting but I still refused.
“No thanks, I’m in a hurry.”, I said while still standing at the entrance. He stood there too listening to me quietly.
I took out a gift box and forwarded it towards him. He took it. I said to open it and he did. The box had a new jacket inside which I chose by myself and a chocolate, the same one which I gave him last time and there was note pasted on it which said ‘Thankyou for everything’.
He looked at it and then at me questioningly. I understood it and replied…
“I’m transferring from school and this city. Today’s my flight. I’m leaving everything so I decided to gift my friends before I was gone. And you used to be my friend too so, that’s for you.”
He was shocked by my words, “You’re leaving from here?”
I wasn’t sure if that was desperation I heard in his voice or it was my own imagination. I nodded but didn’t tell him where I was transferring to. I didn’t feel the need. Why would he care to know?
His grip around the box tightened and he lowered his head, contemplating something. I was waiting for his response, I didn’t expect him to say much because everytime I expect something, he does the whole opposite of that breaking all my expectations.
“Take care and have a good life there.”
Those were the words he managed to say lightly. There wasn’t any goodbye. And I didn’t want him to say it too. Goodbyes are the worst. Last time my father said goodbye to me, he never returned back again. There isn’t any ‘good’ in a goodbye.
I smiled while nodding. He smiled too, but this time it wasn’t the same contagious smile, it was a light and sad one.
I left his house with a tear drop falling on my cheek. Even till the last moment, I didn’t confess my love to him.
I left my love of 4 years behind.
Now, I’m going to be boarding plane in an hour and writing this. It’ll be the last entry I write as this book was dedicated to his and my story. It’s over now, everything is over and so is this.
Dear Diary, you had been the token of memories of us. You’re the treasure which I’ll keep with me forever, whenever and wherever I go. But I won’t be writing on you anymore. You’ve witnessed my journey starting from an 8th grader to 12th grader. You had been my companion all this while. Thankyou for being with me and treasuring my memories in you. I love you.
But not more than him 😉
Love
Your Owner
