Walking Past Him

The Whistle

There was something about the way he walked in. No, it was not love at first sight but it was some kind of familarity like my heart said 'Oh! You are going to be something'. It was all those years back when it started. Who knew it would pain just to go down the memory lane again?

It started seven years back..... Something new, something different. Something more like a spark ignited by his whistle. Who knew that just seeing a boy could land me in so much trouble? But I do not regret it. Nope, it was not a mistake. It was a beautiful mistake. People say love cannot happen at this age, we are still kids.But today I will tell the world - Yes, I fell in love. I fell in love when I was nine. I fell in love with the nerdass. And the best part is, I stayed in love with him with by own choice.

You might call me with names
But oh boy! I never knew how to play games
You might say I was dumb
And alas! In the end to heartache I did succumb
People say we get what we deserve, maybe I did not
You never did like me, treated our first kiss as worthless as a cherry knot

It started with two strangers, a whistle and a spark.

Like a badass he came in. Never did I give two shits to such a jackass but he, he caught me with the melody his smooth lips played. A sound so soft, so passionate and so attractive. And when he walked past me, I felt a cool breeze blowing at my hair, his perfect breathes fanning my ear with the perfect intensity.

Which nine year old experiences such heaven on a daily basis? Well, someone so lucky like I was. Every mother warned their daughters about love, about how it could change everything. But well everyone knows how stubborn I was. I had to fall in love, it was like.. Destined. And the fun fact is, I wrote my own destiny. Any normal kid of my age would have shrugged it off and would have ignored this instance. I, on the other hand, went again and again and again. Daily. I felt heaven with the cool breeze sending chillz down my spine and causing the fluttering in my stomach.

This is how it ignited. The spark. With the daily whistle causing butterflies to roam around in my tummy, one fine day I felt it. A burning sensation caused by thr cool wind seducing my ear. And that very day. I was officially screwed. It became a routine you know? Like a professional stalker I would delibrately walk past him sometimes gazing in his choclate brown eyes full of life and passion or the other times breathing his scent in like oxygen, my nose memorising the heavenly smell fully.

It was like a book kept infront of me. All the chapters before this were boring. This was something new, somethung good enough to get hold of my curiousity. The desire to know him spread like a forest fire, taking down with it all I had. And with this, I began reading. I started with the chapter but it turned out to be a comepletly different book and soon, I left my own book to read his. I left everything to know him, to know about him and to make him know me. You all must be thinking what kind of a creep I am but alas, it was love making me do all this. I was stubborn enough to prove others wrong, to show them that love could happen to a kid also. And this is how I fell.

When today I look back after seven years, hurting myself, I realise the routine. For the past seven years we just walked past each other sometimes talking or just walking. Just walking with him was enough to calm the storm that was raging inside me or to calm down my demons. I did not fall for him because of how he awakened my angels, but I loved him for the way he controlled my demons. It was the way we tame dragons that he tamed me.

Soon there came this time when just breathing him like oxygen was not enough and then I dived into the ocean of his eyes leading to him. Ky curiousity reached a completely new level and soon we were no more strangers. We became more-

Strangers
Classmates
Friends
Best friends

But the story does not end here. It started. Because in the end, we turned from

Best friends
Friends
Classmates
Strangers.