8:58pm … she smiled at the bright screen and waited for a “good night” message which her favourite person sends every evening exactly at 8:59pm.. No they were not dating.. I wouldn’t say they were “best friends “ but yes, this “good night” was a ritual started by him without any reason. This made no sense , because they would be chatting at 2:00am also . But the ‘good’ before the ‘night’ just made her happier. She did not crush on him , he probably did , and she never knew . Their friendship was a 12 year strong bond. He knew her more than she knew herself, and she could easily predict what he was thinking without even an eye contact . They did not need words to talk , or gestures. Their messages were conveyed even when they were talking to some third person. A smile , a laugh , a nod , meant a million different things at million different times and they always knew the meaning .
They made each other complete , without hanging out together or talking to each other in the school. Just a 40min bus ride for 12 years and the continuous chats for 2 years did all the work . They were inseparable yet separated . They were each others secret keepers , but they never names their relationship something .
She would smile a lot more , even at his lame jokes, but give an eye roll when it got way too lame to handle . He could handle her every mood , listen her blabber and make her shut up with a single stare. He used to get on her nerves every single day and then give her a fit of laughter with just a smirk.But , one fine day , high school ended . The bus was no more at their service . They were still the same . Social media helped them irritate each other . Weeks passed and chats decreased. She started preparing for college entrances and he was busy pursuing his dream of becoming a basket ball player . Her course timings clashed with his free time, and his training times increased as days passed. They did chat , once in four days , you would never suspect that a thing changed between them , because maybe it did not. They still can communicate without communicating , but deep down they knew the string that attached them was losing it’s strengths . He played his first tournament , and she wanted to go cheer him , but people outside his university were not allowed. She was anxious the whole day , she really wanted him to win. He deserved to . He had worked harder that hardest. Late evening , his message said that they one 56-54 . And all she could say was “ congrats.. Good for ur career” Something had changed between them , they knew something was different , but whenever they talked it was like the strength of the string had increased . People asked , what kind of relationship they had , all they could say was “friends” .. No not “best” friends.. “just friends” and yet they could tell if the breathing pattern of the other had changed 🙂 He knew he needed her , she knew she needed him , yet time had other plans . After the success of his first tournament and her admission into college ,all they are now are two people who have a deep connection but can never find a line to connect .
Every night , he still sends a “good night” she still waits at 8:58pm , he is still aware she smiles while sending it , she is knows he is smirking while sending it. But now , the 2:00 am talks have lost their existence , the chat windows are just filled with “good nights “ and single line birthday wishes. But , their hearts are still aware that somewhere the 12 years are yet the most beautiful times they ever spent. He can still visualise her eye roll, she can still picturize his “duh” look , and they are still “ just friends “…