Dear Boy,
     
       
                  Umm, hi! Well, I'm not writing this letter to tell you that I still like you (even though I do) but I'm writing it for myself. For me to covert our once lived moments into words and try to forget them. You might think this is so stupid of me but I don't give a damn!

                   So, let's start from the start. Do you remember the day when your brown eyes met mine black ones for the first ever time? We were standing there in the hallway. You looked at me and I found myself lost in your eyes. Next we heard our lucky stars had brought us in the same class. And my heart smiled at that fact.

                  Our first two months were wasted in stealing glances, looking up for chances to speak with each other, having formal "I'm-Not-Interested-In-You" conversations.

                    But soon, we started messaging daily, flirting crazily, you even started coming to my home to study. I never knew my family was that cool to allow me to bring a guy at our home. Hell yeah, you were the first guy! But then a question ringed in my head and is still ringing; you started being close to me cause of my all A+ grades, cause of our same neighbourhood or cause of ME ?

                       We even completed 'I like you-I like you too' step. But then something changed. You started ignoring me in the class, our chats reduced, you stopped approaching me for your doubts. What got wrong ? Cause frankly, I don't know it till today.

                       One day I collected enough courage and asked you. "I like you, but it doesn't mean we need to move forward," was your reply. Yeah I do remember every word of yours by heart, cause they are carved on my heart.

                       It's been a year and half now, we never talk about that chat. We're complete strangers now, we don't look at each other in the class, we don't study together more, we don't even share a simple smile. Our lunch-break passes with you flirting with other girls, while I'm reading a book on wattpad.

                       No, I'm not able to move forward, cause my heart tries to seek you in every fucking single guy who wants to have a chance with me, and then on failure I shrug off rejecting them.

                        You know what, I might still like you madly. But I won't ever come back to you. Cause I haven't forgot those sleepless nights, those first wet dreams, that day you called me fat infront of the whole class, my struggle to look good for you. I yet haven't! And now we DON'T EVER HAVE A CHANCE !!

                       The heartbreak you have put me through won't ever leave me. But I'll keep it with me untill you turn out to be only a memory that causes a nostalgic feeling. And that would be good, something really good. Okay, so bye and wish you luck for your remaining life (without me) !

Not anymore yours,
Archi.