We often hear that not everyone is destined to stay in our life forever. Things change and people leave. They always leave. But then, there are people who come in our lives for a brief period of time and leave an impact so powerful, like a scar forever.
I stumbled upon a person who left an imprint on me. Forever. He made me feel like I’m everything and left without saying anything. After all, the hardest goodbyes are the ones that are never said. No, he was not my lover, nor my childhood friend, not someone from my workplace or from some social site. He was a companion, yoke mate I’d say.
We met each other in a very odd manner. Our friendship bloomed over the time only to realise that we’d be the best of friends one day. We shared something so beautiful and amazing, something that can never be described in words. Something, I thought would last forever.
I remember waking up to each other’s calls and messages, those never ending conversations and video calls. Everyday we’d discover something new about each other. I still remember the day when he told me how my thoughts inspire him, how he longed to share something like this with someone.That very moment, I knew that we’d always stand by each other, we’d have each others back, come what may. I have a picture perfect memory of our happy faces and the warmest hug I received that day.
That was the last time I saw him. A few days passed, everything was good, until one morning when I woke up to a devastating text. He’d messaged me saying we can’t be friends anymore. It took time to sink in. Before I could even understand or react he disappeared. He was gone. I tried contacting him in every possible way and was only disappointed in return. That day, something inside me broke so bad, I was shattered. It felt like someone stole the most precious thing I ever owned. I didn’t want to accept it. Everyday I would convince myself that things will be fine and someday he’d come around again. Every time my phone rang or popped a message, I secretly hoped it would be him.
It has been a few years now, he never turned back. The surprising fact is I still have a little hope left. He was my troop, my army, the calm to my storm.
You know, it’s not like I don’t have any friends or family. I have friends to die for. But he was a part of my small little world in this whole wide world and no one will ever be able to replace him.
I keep wondering, if I ever cross his mind? Does he even remember me? What if someday we cross each other’s path? Will he acknowledge me? Will he bother to look at me and give a smile or will he just look through me? I don’t know what it’ll be like, but I can only hope. And a beloved friend of mine always says, that hope is enough.