Life Of Miles # 3

For once, I didn't have to try to be happy cause when I was with him, it just happened. I had a assured guy in my life now. My guy? not yet I'd say but he considered himself mine. I didn't want to get in it anyway. I mean I had started liking him by now and I admit, sometimes I just want him to know that too but then I wasn't allowed to date and I don't know what it was but I just continuously resisted him. Soon it was time for our school's founder's day carnival. That carnival was an unforgettable one. We had most of our practices together and for the free classes, both our classes sat together to watch a movie or maybe just play hangman. Basically we were together. That's what mattered. Everything was so amazing. On the day of the carnival, as I entered school in my costume, he started clicking pictures with his phone and I just continuously hid my face. He was doing it intentionally with that evil smile of his. We did our show on stage and the rest of the time I was with  my friends and family.

My little brother insisted on going on the swinging boat and I agreed to take him. My mom walked along while I stopped on the way and asked them to go ahead. He had asked  me to see him. I went up to him and he asked me for my phone number. I was resistant to give it so instead I gave him my email and went off. While walking to m y mom and brother, my heel broke off. I walked up the stairs barefoot holding them in my hand and when I turned he smiled at me. He followed me. I was scared. My family was right there and I was hoping he wasn't gonna do something crazy in front of them. He came up quietly and waited in  the line for the ride. As me, my brother and my friend got in and sat, he got in too and sat two seats away from us. Internally I couldn't help but think he was quite smart. The ride was fun. Soon we all got off. My friend first then my brother then me and then him. While I was getting off my brother almost tripped me and as I was about to loose balance I held the side of the boat where his hand was. My hand was on his. The cliche moment was here. I felt my stomach tickle.

Grade 7 went along pretty interesting just like this. However, all that glitter is not gold and this was made clear to us by the last week of 7th. I was getting a little serious about him without letting him know. I decided to let two of my close friends know about it. Iwent up to them and told them  that he had confessed to him and its just been this way for a while now. As these words came out of my mouth I was unaware what I was leading myself into. The look on one of my friend's face was shocking. She took me to the side and said "He has confessed to me too"

Life Of Miles # 2

In a few weeks now, I was crush-less. You know the feeling when you know you like someone and you get  up every morning with a new spirit to get to school? Yeah, that was now missing. I just went to school to well, study? no shit. And also like meet my friends and just hang around.

"We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths." Forward, one fine day, we just talked for a few seconds perhaps. I think it was a "can i borrow your eraser?" or something. We were still in the stranger talk mode. As a few weeks passed, he seemed to be well settled in his class.  Everyone liked him and with the girls, he soon became the center of convo. That fast little kid. We started talking more frequently since now, we had common friends. No, we didn't talk all mushy stuff or anything. We teased each other with random people in the class and when he really pissed me off, he used to run away from me and make me run behind to catch him. Then he would run super fast into the boys toilet and well, that left me waiting outside the boys toilet like a retard, waiting for him to get the guts to get out and run again. We still talk about that now, and he tells me "that was all just to get your attention on me" and when i laugh it off and say "I knew it! Idiot!" he gets back to the younger us and goes like "butttttt....you still couldn't catch me" and then that breaks us of into a kiddish fight with me defending and listing the points why i couldn't and him just continuing to argue cause well, we both love it. The small childish fights and reliving old memories.

Grade 7 was now here. Yes,  time surely flies. I would summarize this grade as more of a 'well of decisions'.'Well' because some incidents took me in so deep and so dark that it was hard to decide how and weather to get out. Anyhow, we were now closer, closer than ever. We talked a lot, even about things besides the teasing. I got to know him better. Suddenly one random evening, I logged onto my facebook and saw a message. It was from him. My heart had started beating hard and fast in my chest and my stomach had that awkward feeling. I didn't like him, I knew that for sure. But why these feelings? I didn't know. As I opened to read the mail, I read that he wanted to tell me something for a long time and then he couldnt keep it inside anymore so he was just letting it out. Then I read "I love you."
"I love you?"
Not "I like you?"
Millions of questions ran through my mind in just a few seconds. Why did he say I love you? Why not I like you? Does he know or feel the difference? We've just known each other for a while. Is he just like all those other guys who just say shit and move on? I didn't know what to do.

Next day at school, I didn't say anything, nor had i replied to the mail. We didn't have any common classes that day so we didn't really get a chance to talk much anyway. However, the day after I decided I had to do something about it. Me and my friend were sitting on  the stairs waiting for our third friend when I saw him walking towards the canteen. We were sitting right at the enterence of the canteen and he was bound to pass us. I knew I had to do this. He was now right in front of me, walking by and I build my gut to say "Hey" and he just turned to me and smiled, I went on and said "Uhm, the mail?" and his smile grew bigger and he walked past to the canteen without saying anything.

Really? What was I to take of that?

Anyway, I seized another chance a few days later. As our Third Lang class got over, he was on his way out with his friend when I finally asked him frankly. "The mail? It was a dare wasn't it?" with a polite smile on my face, he looked into my eyes and said "Haha no" and I insisted, "Yeah right, very funny" and he said "I meant it, from the bottom of my heart" and then walked out.
I just stood there, thinking of weather i should be believing this or not. He seemed more than just serious. I had a weird feeling in my stomach, i felt like I had started liking him. But what? why? Just cause he liked me? Thats crap. I didn't want to like someone just cause they liked me. So I was sure I wasn't gonna make any move.

Soon, he had started giving me calls. However since he didn't have my mobile number, he had begun giving me calls on my landline. PARENT ALERT. The first few times he did, it was kind of random. Luckily i usually picked the phone so no problem there. Over the next few days though, I had begun to form a pattern of the time during which he called and so, the phone would always be next to me during that time. You may say 'Why didn't you just give him your mobile no.?' Well, because, the mobile that was given to me was earlier my mom's, the only reason i had it to contact my parents in need, nothing else. And adding to that, it was prepaid, meaning that the more he called, the more  money went, and eventually my mom would figure out. Anyway we talked for a while during the evenings, but soon, these evenings had turned into nights. We would talk for hours and hours. About what? I dont even know. Random stuff. You know when your with a person that clicks so well and you can talk about absolutely anything? Yeahh, thats was us. I didn't know yet if i liked him completely and he knew that. Although one thing was for sure, he liked me as hell. As normal human behaviour, he did ask me if I liked him too, and me, being the strightforward one didnt want to give him any hopes. So i told him I wasnt sure yet. And the most surprising yet amazing part was that he didn't mind. I'm sure he must've had that sinking feeling deep within but he never gave me any pressure. He liked me or rather, loved me unconditionally.

Life Of Miles #1

So here it goes..

She is 16 now but it all started off in grade 6. 'He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious?' Well, no..it wasn't that obvious this time. She had crush on this guy and he was leaving school a few weeks after the beginning on grade 6. Heartbreak in the first few three lines of the story? I think not. Yeah okay, she liked him all, but come on, it's just grade 6, it's not like she's gonna fall in love and all. 'I'm just 11' was the label on her mind. So crushes come and crushes go, thats how it is. You like someone and then things happen and you like someone else after a while. But this time, grade 6 wasn't just gonna be any other year of school for her.

“Life’s all about moments of impact and how they change our lives forever." Our class teacher had just distributed the report cards of last term and all eyes were down starring that their grades, rechecking in their mind and visualizing the horror or celebration that might take place at home. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the creek of the door. It was him. A teacher escorted a boy into the class. He was new. He seemed a bit nervous and his eyes were constantly finding his way around while he stood still as the two teachers had a talk. Like any other class teacher, our teacher too asked him his name and which school he had shifted from and then left him to mingle into the alien land he was bought into. All the guys sat around him, and my friend, who is a guy watcher, went off and sat with them. They all talked, their voices got louder as the teacher left the room for break time. All that sound was just a murmur to my ears. I was too busy going through my report card still. Establishing in my mind where i had to improve and where not. Ask me then or ask me now, I couldn't have described the first impression or first look that he had on me. That's how busy and unaware I was at that moment in time, had I known it would turn to this today, i might have payed a bit more attention. Break time was still on, when a teacher entered our class and said 'Oh i think there has been some confusion, you belong to the other section! Come, I'll take you there." The boy who had somewhat become a citizen of this land was being transported to another alien land where he must start again. So he was taken to the other class, none of us were affected by that anyway, I mean, we barely knew him. Then my friend. the guy watcher, she came up to me and said, "wow, he was nice, I wish he was in our section" and all i wished for was for her to shut up while I was thinking about my grades.

As the days passed by, we figured we had the same 2nd and 3rd language class. Not that any of that mattered to us cause we didn't talk. He was the new guy in the other section and I was an oldie with my gang of friends. That's how grade 6 started off. That's how the first few days to something so different started of.

And by the time my crush was about to leave, I didn't have any feelings. No feeling of sadness or loss or anything for that matter. It was a friend, a guy i knew, who was leaving and all i had to do was say 'bye'. Nothing more..and if you're thinking it was cause i had begun to have feelings for the new guy, you are wrong. We were still the same strangers, his presence or absence had absolute no impact on me. I guess this was just because, like i said, things happen and you move on and me and my mind had precisely done that but without giving me a reason.

The Begining

Hello guys (: 
This is my first time at it. First blog. First blogging site. First account.
I know how some blogs are so very sensible about issues concerning us or the world, whereas some are more of an insight to the inner world of that person. And some are well, just crap. This blog that I've started, is none of those. Certainly, it does fall in one of those categories, but when you as an individual read it, I just want to bring it to you as a story. The circumstances, the people, the older ones and the younger ones, their opinions, their distances - physically and mentally, that all just blend together to form a tale, that someday might reach it's 'happily ever after'.

- Just.one.step