I chose blue for writing my emotions, because the blue is the colour i feel when am missing sumone
The list starts with a beautiful creature named
Kunal- A nice boy!
WE never met, even he used to live in the adjacent hostel to mine. I loved this kid who was much younger than me,yet he was the most sweet boy to talk with, I spent hours wid him in our chat messenger and gtalk. I don't know what drifted him apart from me, and I really helped him more to drift apart, even knowing that I will miss him forever.
He knew all my secrets and I knew all his, but like always he got addicted to me and needed a break and I gave him one. But for him my promise still holds, whenever he needs me , I will be always dere for him.
Aditi/ Shaista/ Sweety - Sweety I should better call her by dat name-My cutest immature but pretending matured friend.
My first orkut and den my messenger friend, always fresh to talk wid, full of spirits. For the first time I got addicted to anybody, and den again she needed a break from my posseviness. So I gave her one.She was the one , for whom I watched a 2 hours movie in 7 hours, completed my a single page contents page of my report in one entire day, and for the first time I got the meaning of what friendship means. She was jus a cute part of my life, when a misunderstanding drifted her apart from me, and this time too I was the one who helped her to drift apart from me. Thanks to my short temper. She always coped up with it with a renewed freshness, but this time it is too late, may be the extent of our misunderstanding is too big for her to cope up wid. I m feeling to beg on my knees to get her back in my life. She thinks that I love her. May be she is right to say the word, but she is not at all right in interpreting what that means. I never thought of her more than a friend, ya may be more than the other friends. But she again like others dumped me out, but I m the real culprit, because somehow I felt I could have stopped her from drifting apart, I know she was not going apart, somehow I felt that she needed me in her emotional hours, but I became more demanding and increased her emotional stresses forcing her to dump me out. I really feel like hating myself for writing those shits to her. But again my short temper increased my schizophrenia.
Ya, I m sick, I live in dual world of character split, where my bad part always destroyed my life, my circle , my friends and my real self get to know it, late, when it's all over. This is the real shit of my life which I always wanted to tell her, but didn't had the strength to face the truth myself, let alone telling her, that's why I always begged her to give me her complete attention, so that my other part don't come up.
Feeling real Blue without her.How far I m desperate to get my friend back, I don't know but I think her happiness is more to me than my needs from her. I pray to the god that she get her lost love back, so that if ever I get her back in my life, I find her full of happiness, so full that the happiness itself comes out from her in my life. The only pain I am feeling now is that I was not able to bid her a goodbye.Everytime I open my messenger I miss her buzz and her offline messages. But I have faith in time, because I know one day either the time will get my friend back or time will heal this loss.
Hope that list grows long soon, so that my lost friends found new companies