By Saumaya Gupta
“You say sorry first,” I demand,
Knowing well enough that this won’t go as planned.
“Never,” he says, proving me right—
The growing urge to smile, I fight.
I know him in and out,
He’s the one person I know all about.
After all, how couldn’t I?
He and I are the same—this I cannot deny.
We have known each other too long,
And now we have a friendship that’s just so strong.
But ‘just friends’ is all that we are;
No matter how much we try, we’re still too far.
We are somehow perfect together,
Yet completely flawed whatsoever.
He’s too egotistical—but so am I.
Than accept our mistakes, we’d rather die.
I am dramatic, but he’s no less;
Together the whole Hollywood industry we can suppress.
We have more history than we will ever have future,
The closest we’ll ever be is as an undying rumor.
No matter how much I wish things were different,
Or how much ever he acts indifferent,
This is how it’s going to be forever—
Those three words now synonymous to never.
But maybe this is what is written in the books for us—
To be a conversation for our future selves to laugh and discuss.
It’s still a long way to go before the road finally ends,
But I wonder whether then we will still be friends.
Despite this, there is one thing I know for sure:
That the one who causes the pain can’t also be the cure.
So I won’t wait any longer for life to prove me otherwise—
And if I am lucky enough, I’ll see you again in another life.
But right now we aren’t meant to be,
Aur jo waqt ne na chaha, kya woh hua hai kabhi?