Well to continue a story that began some time ago (see "a short story"). After a few weeks of chatting and cautious flirting, he became good friends with her. The would text each other at least once a day, walk to tuition and back together and on the way, they'd chat about everything under the sun, from humorous to serious to the utterly nonsensical!
Now owning a guitar, he finally pulled his knowledge (all the tiny pieces of it) out of the dusty, rusting bin that was his memory and started to compose and plays songs, hoping to dedicate them openly to her someday. However confusion ,his nemesis, his mortal enemy, who had had been trailing after him since his birth, struck once again. It waxed and waned like the moon, at one instant an advancing like tidal wave threatening to engulf him, while at another ebbing away like the waters at low tide.
Through this confusion the only thoughts that remained (miraculously) stuck in the little creaking gears and cogs of his mind were when, where, why (okay, cancel the why) and how to tell her how he felt about her, and to somehow explain the mind numbing plethora of confusing confusions and thoughtless thoughts, all headed by a vanguard of questing questions, which plagued his mind ( that too without flubbing his lines like a second rate actor in a third rate play, being performed in an abandoned, rundown theater). An easy task no doubt, just about as easy as lifting cars in the air is for you and me.
Anyway i digress, coming back to the story...
One fine night he finally set about the task (mentioned in the previous para.) as best as he could (which isn't saying much) and told her everything, his entire life story from his first minute till the current time, his first meal, clothes, tooth... everything!... oh yeah and he did remember to mention his feelings for her in between before pausing for breath. For a few moments everything seemed extremely still as if someone had pressed the pause button on the DVD-player remote while going to fetch more popcorn, but soon it resumed.
Her reply, well it wasn't a yes it wasn't a no, but everything seemed to go with a positive flow (Sorry! I can't help but include a few rhymes here and there, its just that it makes my mind so clear... Sorry, i was at it again!, it looks like its become some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.. :P) Okay now, to continue the narrative.
Everything seemed to be okay, but the thoughts about that night (apparently) on her mind had begun to prey and so when they met after a few days, she told him that she wasn't feeling comfortable with it, as they had known each other for such a short time and numerous other reasons, so she didn't want to take it any further and wanted to pause right there for some time. He thought for a bit and knowing that they'd continue to meet, again and again (and also that flirting would still be allowed), he said okay, and they remained good friends even after that day.
And that day as the sun set, he felt a chapter come to an end... but not of his life, just a chapter of the story, because things may change, thoughts may alter, and his hope, well for the foreseeable future, its flame will never flicker nor will he ever falter, and so this story is not over yet my friend
(P.S.- A part 3 will also come, somewhere down the line. just wait for it :D)
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