Gift to the view

Mr. Right

         I'm almost certain you don't recall our shared history, but it's etched into my memory. You were the second person who stirred the butterflies in my stomach, yet I was utterly clueless about how to handle those newfound emotions. The irony of it all was that our feelings were mutual, but you held back, never initiating a conversation. Perhaps I was simply too innocent to grasp that someone was poisoning your perception of me with falsehoods.

        Our story began in the confines of our English classroom. It was there that you started to share your humor with me, endeavoring tirelessly to draw out my laughter. Serendipity played its role when we were grouped together for an assignment, and you chose to partner with my friend and I. Little did I know, that decision would pivot the course of my adolescent heart. My anticipation for English lessons ballooned, solely because it afforded me the chance to be near you. You had this sweet habit of gifting me snacks and trinkets, small tokens that meant so much.

          We fell into a rhythm, mirroring a couple, which was amusing considering we weren't in a romantic relationship. You would escort me to my next class, punctuality be damned, and it was as natural for you to take my hand as it was to breathe. Your texts were a constant, a simple 'how are you' that made my day. I often pondered if your actions were a sign of genuine affection, or perhaps a deliberate strategy to capture my attention. The tragedy was that you let outsiders influence your choices.

          There was this one girl, always hovering, desperately vying for your gaze. Her antics were foolish, yet, frustratingly effective. Gradually, you began pulling away, building a chasm between us that I couldn't bridge. I held onto a sliver of hope, yearning for the day you'd seek me out again. But that day never came. Instead, I was met with your cold shoulder, a stark contrast to the warmth I had grown accustomed to.

        The truth hit me like a ton of bricks when I uncovered the malicious lies my so-called "friend" had been feeding you. She painted me as a social climber, using your popularity as a stepping stone. The fact that you were an athlete was inconsequential to me; it was your essence that I was drawn to. Yet, they sowed seeds of deceit in your mind.

       What stung the most was your blind trust in their words over mine. Had you truly known me, you would have seen through the lies. But you never sought my side of the story; you simply accepted theirs. I reached out to you, time and again, only to be met with silence.

        As the school year drew to a close, I was confronted with the ultimate betrayal. You and my "best friend" were an item. The revelation was a cruel twist, illuminating their scheme to distance you from me. Despite your newfound relationship, you continued to act as if we were still an item, never fully letting go. I begged you to leave me be, yet you persisted.

        In a bizarre twist of fate, after our paths diverged and we went to different schools, you reappeared in my life through the world of social media. With each message, your true nature became more apparent to me. Now, with the passage of time, I find solace in our estrangement.

      Looking ahead, if fate should ever bring us into one another's orbit again, I hope to find you content with life, as I assure you, I will be. This entire saga has been a lesson in discernment, one that I am determined not to repeat. Yet, I can't help but smile wryly at the thought that perhaps, deep down, I'm still learning that lesson.