My friend's crush

A Story by Lovla

How does an unrequited love feel?

My friend has been crushing for this idiotic guy for around three years. While psychologists say that a crush doesn't last more than three months, I beg to differ. Because if just getting nervous every single time a guy passes by and expecting your friends to make some boo boo noises just so you can feel special than the other singles around is called a divine unrequited love, I would rather bang my head on a nearby pillar than call it love. So for the rest of the story, I am just going to coin it is just a crush.

Until I met my friend, the every so bubbly Dhara, the concept of deriving pleasure just by looking at some one faraway and wondering how that one single ice cream would taste when you share it with that one person who probably doesn't even know you exist seemed totally nonsense to me. Dhara made me realize it was indeed something you can call a beautiful memory. Dhara is this average but cheerful girl type who gives a damn about every single thing that happens in a day. While I would normally swear at a fellow classmate for stepping on my foot and let that go, Dhara will remember it and make sure it is somehow brought up on the farewell party and every alumni meet thereafter. Yea, you guessed it right; She stepped on my foot and thats how we met. She still makes sure to deliver her apology now and then, though not more so than in expressing how hurt she was by my swearing.

So you can get the idea. Dhara is an amazing friend and the nicest girl I have ever met. But she is stupid beyond words whenever she meets this guy. I mean I still don't get it how she can fall head over heels for this guy who looks like an electric pole. He is all bones and clothes with a pair of glasses to make him look human. I have no idea what she sees in him. She just acts like the clichéd romcom heroines who somehow magically get smitten by a guy the moment they fall into their visible scope.

The first time Dhara talked about this guy, I couldn't watch her for more than two minutes straight. She was all happy with glittering puppy eyes describing how she met this great guy at our college canteen. She had been eating her usual late brunch when this amazingly handsome guy almost tripped on her table as he was so preoccupied in drinking his horlicks mixed milk. Somehow the part where she mentioned a guy buying horlicks from college canteen few minutes before the time for lunch made a great impression on me and made me lose any interest in the amazing guy.

But it was when I found that Dhara had started to frequent the canteen just at the same time everyday just to catch a glimpse of him, that I realized the seriousness of her crush. So as all good friends do, I started accompanying her in all of her little adventures which were basically stalking this handsome glasses guy all over the college.

You should hear her talk about him with all that enthusiasm as if he were the only decent guy in the world. 'You know how intelligent he is!' .' He always rides his bicycle to college unlike other guys who show off their half baked motorbike skills.' 'He is a vegetarian. he never orders non veg items. He is such a compassionate person'. None of my remarks on how stupid he looks on his cycle or how little he eats could point to a eating disorder or what a bookworm he is seemed to make zero effect on her overrated impression she had for this guy.

Within a week, we were well versed in his daily schedule more than we were with our own time tables. We had no idea whether he even knew that we were creepily stalking him both on-line and off-line. Dhara even managed to find out where he lived by following him in an auto right up to his house in an exact filmy style. Besides all the hero worshiping she did for this guy, the most infuriating thing that bothered me was that she never ever, not even once, tried to talk with him. Not a hello, not even a good morning has she ever told him.

Even I myself, despite all the prejudice I had against this guy talked with him and got his number for her sake. And then started the next phase of stalking his watsapp status. Her days started with checking out his watsapp statuses and facebook posts. She found deep meanings in his stupid wordless smiley statuses. But she wouldn't even come opposite to him even when walking. She always followed him around but never came in front of him. Once I tried pushing her towards him accidentally so that they could finally have their magically moment. That was probably the best thing I could ever do despite my inner voice screaming otherwise. But she wouldn't budge. She became a stone, a heavy stone that I could not move a single inch. By the time he was out of our reach, she let out a shriek with a slap on my back yelling, 'How could you do that? A girl cant tell it first'.
'Yea, but a boy has a to know the girl first'. And there it ended. My efforts on matchmaking. By then it was already two years since her crush started and I knew for sure she was never going to confess.

She was too scared and had her own doubts. 'I don't think I love him. It is just a crush. I am not confessing a crush. it's not serious' was what she told me that day at 3 AM in the night after forcefully waking me up to make things clear to me.
Obviously, stressing about a person all night for more than two years and making your friend lose her sleep is nothing serious.

She adored him but wouldn't accept it officially. And that was totally annoying for me because the whole college thought that I was the one stalking him as I was both a facebook friend of his and had his number. Even the guy probably thought I was the one making sure he had that horlicks waiting for him every day at the canteen just so he could save few minutes. But none of us really spoke about it. Well, she never spoke with him anyway. Maybe if she had probably talked with him now and then or maybe had become friends with him somehow, she may have realized how average he is and maybe come out of her crushing for him sooner. That would have made a lots of nights peaceful for me. But she didn't. She still says it was all the way it was supposed to be. She is quite happy that she has this memorable unrequited love that she can reminisce about when she is a granny even though she practically spent nil amount of time with that guy. She has no idea what unrequited love means.