'Pieces'

It was another stary sky, and yet being it some time back; i can't recall if it was a dark sky presenting a canvas of star-dots that would form pictures if you drew a line through each of them, or if it was just the loneliest but brightest that had their night of glory.

It had been two days since she called. Breaking the news as if i hadn't seen it coming miles away. "...It's not you, it's the distance that wouldn't make things work...". And so i visited this friend of mine, telling her what had transpired - lamenting sighs of defeat. She was listening attentively to each word, and after a few sentences; commented that i looked like i really wanted the relationship to happen.

But the strange truth was this: this girl i was with, i used to like her too. Once. But given the fact that she was beautiful, i just placed the thought behind me as physical attraction - not substantial, and eventually leading to nowhere. And now the thing was because she was listening and we were alone, i couldn't bear to look at her face in case my feelings would suddenly be rebounded to her like some dumb kid to one who resembles the familiar, warm, comfortable.

Halfway through the conversation, the back of my mind took over (as usual - i think i have an inborn tendency/subconsciousness to ruin myself). And though i knew my action was stupid (rather than bold, a thin-blurry line there...) - i was after all in a self-confessional mode (in fact, she could have avoided me like the plague after what i did come to think of it; but she didn't), i told her that some time ago: i used to like her.

She smiled a semi-shy/comforting smile and said she knew (which confirms the sad fact that girls are the ultimate crush detectors). But i (like a kid) covered it back and said, "...not anymore...". She was after all, someone else's baby.

At the end of our meeting, i wasn't sure if i was there because of her or for the one who left...

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