Happened Again

"Are you okay? "

He asked me for what felt like the thousandth time.

"Yes, I'm fine." I texted him back.

I lied, I wasn't okay. How will I be okay? Why was he asking such immature questions? Didn't he know?

He came into my life like a medicine but instead became a drug I couldn't imagine to live without. He was there for me, whenever and wherever I needed him. Be it thousands of miles away or right next to me, he always made me feel special.

He gave me his sincere smile, tender eyes, supportive shoulders and precious time, but all I wanted was his heart.

He would call me just to ask if I took my lunch, would listen to my complaints about my mother, would give me company and words whenever I feel lonely.

He gave me his friendship, but I wanted his love.

Yes, I was in love with my best friend. I was in love with the idea of being with him, with his care, with his smile, with his dark side only I knew.

I felt he loved me, I could see it in his eyes. I knew he cared, by the way he stared at me. I knew he was addicted to me by his messages and calls. I knew he craved for me, I could feel it when he held my hand.

Somewhere, at the back of my mind I also hoped, hoped that he loved me too.

I was red, he was blue and together we created a purple universe of our own.

Everyone thought we were together. We didn't realize our love, but the moment I realized it was too late.

And then one fine day, one fine party broke my fine heart again.

He told me he was in love with her. He was in love with her beauty, with her grace, with her smile, with her sincerity, with her trust, with her consolations, with everything in her.

The spark I saw in his eyes while he talked about her, broke my heart again.

It happened again.

I was in love again and I was broken again. I was rejected even before I tried proposing. I was left alone again.

Friendzoned.

As days passed by, I started losing weight dream of owning him and hoped that another dream will come which will be strong enough to replace it.

His girl adores me though, but I don't. I'm trying to justify my hatred towards her but nevertheless I come back to the same conclusion; she is perfect.

Perfect for my best friend.

I don't care about them anymore, I'm trying to keep myself engaged in things I always procrastinated in. I doubt if I will be able to keep my heart controlled. It's hard to fool yourself when you're in love.

Now, as I see them kissing passionately under the beautiful mahogany tree, I finally realize that both of them are blue and together they created a darker blue universe, only for themselves.

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