Wiping the photo, I kept it back in the box and smiled at the memory. That was 12 years ago when I was 16 years old and happy.
Coming back to Dehradun, I knew I would go through this. I knew I had to face our memories. I couldn't have left them buried in the attic of my little heart. But well, I am an adult. That was just a silly friendship break-up I had 12 years ago. I can and must forget it and move on.
Oh! How I wished that could be true. How I wish I could forget and move on. How I wish I could be as indifferent as he had been. But no matter what, every night before I sleep, there's always a part of me that wishes to call him. A little part of me wishes to know how he's been holding up all these years. Somewhere deep down a part of me has forgiven him and wants to go back to being there for him even if it meant throwing my self-respect down the gutter. But then, there's this other part, a much bigger part that commands me to hold my ground. If I would've mattered as much to him, he wouldn't have let me go. He would've stopped me and apologized.
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Rainbow.
Teen Fiction"To see the rainbow, you have to go through the rain." The rainbow being Veer's smile, Riya a.k.a. Ree, did everything that was in her hands and more often than not what was out of her hands too. She believed theirs to be friendship which could wi...
