The way he used to talk about her, he was in love.
\ I don't know. I had this feeling, I tried. I tried so hard to make her realise that I was falling for her. I used to wonder what it would be like, you know? Used to wonder what "us" would be like. Used to wonder, whether her wondering thoughts ever wonder about me.
Truth is I was scared, I was afraid to confess anything. I was scared of rejection. I was sacred of loosing her.
She made me happy. She was the calm of a sunrise or a sunset. She was calm of the mountains. She was...... Love.
Truth is she was cool being friends. I loved someone who would never love me back. It killed me. It was as if she left me in the middle of nowhere. All alone.
Though, I never actually gave up on her. It's just that, I was done, Done with the idea of love. Done with the idea of relationships.
I understood that it's life. It's the course. Doesn't matter if I like it or not it'll happen only if it's meant to be. //