When I first saw him, I thought he was different from anyone else. His existence was gleaming, unlike the people who were stale around him. At that moment, I didn't know that the boy would be the reason that I would wail, laugh and surrender to my instincts.
I was 9 when we first met, and at that time, I was an awkward and lonely child, so when he was assigned to sit next to me, I just greeted him and went back to scanning the classroom brimming with new faces. I had just shifted schools, and I missed the familiarity of my old school and the friends I had there. I didn't know anyone in the class and everyone was new, so I went around and introduced myself. The main topic of discussion used to be 'what everyone's favourite colour was' or 'when their birthday was'. Everyone shared their lunch and continued their small talk. When he came near us girls, we instantly started talking to him. He was swarmed with girls and was fun to talk to. As a result of which, the girls named him their crush.
At that moment in his life, the boy had a girl- best friend who everyone used to be jealous of because she lived near him and got close to him quickly. The girls would take turns and ask him who his favourite was and his answer was always the girl- best friend. Just to clarify I was not the girl- best friend. It was a girl called 'O'