I was about to write about my best friend’s crush but this guy messaged me today, just a while ago, after almost 2 months so I felt I should write about him. I guess my best friend’s crush can wait. :P

The guy in this short story liked me for around 3 years. I don’t know when exactly he stopped liking me because as time passed, we talked less and less but we still keep in contact.

He told me he liked me when we were about to join college. To describe him, he is tall (very very very tall) and lean. I like his fingers, long and slender. The him I met back then and the him I talked to today is the same, nice and well mannered. But when he told me he liked me, I was going through a “I hate boys” stage. I had just broken up with my second crush turned first boyfriend and every guy who talked to me was trying to get into my pants (I had a bad image among people who didn’t know me personally I guess). It was frustrating.

Guys will say they like you just because they can have their way with you. I knew that so I thought he was just one of those guys and rejected him right away.

This blog should be about heart fluttering moments, right? So I’d like to share this one memory of him with you guys.

We joined the same college and though our specializations were different, we shared the same classes in the first year. Our seniors used to come to our block to interact with us so most of my breaks comprised of having lunch and then talking to our seniors.

The day this incident happened, I remember that our seniors were not there in our block but I don’t remember why. I was standing in our class talking to my friends and he was also there.

By that time, I realized that he was not one of those guys and he was sincere about his feelings but I was still not over my break up. We decided to stay as friends and although it was very obvious that he still liked me back then, I ignored it.

Like this one time he brought different types drinks because I said I was thirsty and he was not sure which type I wanted.

Or when a senior guy flirts with me, he would stand near us and look at us with jealousy.

Or sometimes when I smile/do stuff and he would lightly punch his heart looking down smiling.

I noticed all this but conveniently ignored them because I was not ready to be in a relation.

So this one day, we were talking and I leaned back on the desk behind me and he did the same by my side, right side to be exact. There were our other friends on our either side. That day, I kept on talking and he just silently listened, his hands crossed across his chest. He was wearing a full sleeve shirt and jeans. The sleeves were folded. I felt my heart beating in a steady pace, a strange rhythm that made me feel so comfortable and warm. Even my cheeks felt warm. I knew it was because of him and I didn’t want him to leave because I didn’t want to lose that feeling.

I’m somebody who has troubles expressing her feelings and I knew, sooner or later, one of his friends’ was going to come and take him away from me but I didn’t want that. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him not to leave either, so I took my left hand and held the sleeve of his shirt with my index finger and thumb finger and hoped he would get the message.

Soon, one of his friends came and called him. I looked at his friend and fought the urge to pout. I didn’t want that guy to take him away from me. To my relief, he told his friend that he would join them later. The friend though, urged him to join them the very moment. I thought he was really going to leave that time but he held out his right hand assuring his friend that he would join them. That was when I saw that he had kept his hand on top of his chest, right above his heart.

I felt so happy. I tugged on his shirt hoping that he would get my message.

Even now when I’m writing this blog, I remember how I felt that day.

We stayed like that for a few more minutes until the bell rang and our teacher came.

So did you guys like my little incident? Do you want me to share more such moments? Tell me :)