A thing called love

Dear you,

Prologue

The present

Lying down on my bed as the memories come flashing back on my mind and trying not to let go. I feel nostalgic. I feel sad. I am confused but haven't lost my way. I am trying to let go of the past but there's something holding me back, I don't know what it is. Deep down, I feel as though I shouldn't give up on us, I should have the hope, and wait for him to come back and embrace me in his arms again. Depressed as it sounds, but every girl does feel heartbroken after their first breakup, from the boy they thought was everything to them. But let me tell you something, people change with time and so does their priorities, you cannot hold on to something you love the most, you have to let it go. Well, this is my perception, I don't know about the rest.

"Come on!" shouts a voice from a distant. "Get out of your sad and depressed world!" I hear the voice again as it nears me. It's Riddhima, my best friend. She barges in the dormitory and slams the door shut as she approaches me. "Let's go outside and breathe some fresh air, if I let you alone for another minute, I'm sure you won't even feel like eating!" she tells me. "Okay Okay!" I say, sounding frustrated. I got up lazily from my bed and went to wash my face and brush my hair. We walked out of the dormitory and neared the dining hall area. Riddhima and I sat near the cemented staircase, and talked. If you think I'll go on and on about my sad life, then you're wrong. Here's my story: