Every story has 3 sides.
His.
Hers.
And the truth.
This is what he thought was true.
. . .
From behind the room,
On the first day,
He saw her,
Nothing to say.
Left in awe,
He acted cool.
Talking to her casually,
About games, at school.
Then the girl was asked,
And he was left on a path of jealousy,
Just like hockey,
He scored a penalty.
He stood at the back again,
To watch her from a far.
Still in awe,
By what everyone thinks is a shining star.
But wouldnt you think happy endings come for everyone.
Well, his started with a happy beginning.
They talked in the summer.
8 AM, to 1 AM .
Not a lot of slumber.
Hell started again,
But he knew they were too close to be called "just friends".
Quick lunch "dates",
He thought it would never end.
Then all of a sudden,
He thought of awkwardness,
Let her go,
and carried on with one less.
But does he know her side of the story?
