To My Best Friend Turned Girlfriend Turned Stranger

By Suhas Reddy

I understood something, again, when we spoke. It is still my name out there, with the same rhythm and the same feeling. I know you still miss me, but you've chained yourself to the illusion that you're better off without me. How about we start again, like how we first met and how I first fell for you, with shining chocolates and fresh gifts?

Do you remember the poems that I used to write for you, especially that long one that ran into four pages? Do you remember our stolen glances in class under the noses of our teachers? Do you remember our first hug that lasted for a long, long time and yet we had to hug again just as soon as we let go because we both couldn't get enough of each other? Do you remember the first time we kissed, and you said, "I don't know how to kiss" and I replied with "neither do I" and yet we kissed anyway? Do you remember all the moments we shared with each other and the last time we met? When we supposedly went to write an exam, but it was just a reason for us to meet and love each other? Do you remember the ring that I gave you, and you wore it saying that you'd always be by my side? Do you remember all the times we fought and made up to each other, each time our love becoming stronger and stronger? Remember when I used to come to the college early in the morning just because we never got any other time to spend with each other? Remember the goosebumps that we used to get just because we walked past each other? Do you remember walking side by side, trying to hold each other's hand, but being scared to do so? Remember all the times that you pushed me away, yet I always came back to you somehow? Do you remember all the times that you distanced yourself from me, yet you found a way back all the same?

What happened to us? Our carefree and strong belief in each other? What happened to me being different from others? What happened to me being the best thing to have happened in your life?

All I'm asking for is just another shot. Just one. Cause we were best friends first, and anything else came later. But I guess we are beyond second chances now, and yet, here I write to you one last letter in hope, that maybe there is one last chance for us to get back together. All I ask of you is to take it and help me grab it with both hands, never to let go of each other for the rest of our lives.

By Suhas Reddy