I known him since childhood. He had this tough appearance. But, his eyes always said something else. He could talk in a very rude manner to everyone, but with me, he was always polite, maybe because he was a gentleman. But, his eyes and smile always said the other thing, as if he felt proud and happy when I was in front of him. Whenever he was around me , I felt safe.

I still remember, how he looked at me , when my hand got in between both of his , while we both were fielding. I pretended that I didn’t see him , but I saw ,how still he was for a while.

He was so proud of himself and everything he had done, always teasing or mocking someone . I was a short tempered person, so he never teased me , and he had already witnessed my anger outburst. But, I knew he had a place of respect for me in his eyes and heart.

Though, both of us barely talked , because we both had an attitude of being proud. But, when I passed by him, he always stood still looking towards me.

Now, we both have grown up and see each other quite less. But, I still don’t look towards him and talk to him , when we see each other and he still stops and look towards me, like I am the only thing he is able to see at that time. But, now, after he sees me, he move his fingers through his hair.

Does his like you? ,my heart asks me everytime.
“No, he doesn’t . Not even any closer” , I still say to it.
© Alien

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