ONE MILLION PIECES OF US

A Story by NIDHI S

It all began like any other story. We hated each other cold. But it melted away when the first few sparks of friendship changed everything. The sparks grew into a strong blue flame. Somehow it never managed to turn red.

It was almost like a masquerade. We pretended to be and not to be. Surprisingly it only brought us closer. We used to build ourselves this perfect world and break it all apart ever so often that it became a routine. We turned friendship cynical.

We did the stupidest things and I have so much to remember. Honestly, I don't think I was anything or anyone before these people. They've changed me in an irreversible way and I don't really know if I'm supposed to be grateful or lost to myself.

I loved how we could talk about nothing and everything at the same time. They gave me a sense of belonging and I felt complete. Together we were the sharp autumn breeze on searing afternoons. Summer soon drifted and turned into autumn itself and like everyone else we failed to stand out.

We were no longer 'us'. We became "I" and "Me" ,"Him" and "She" before we even realised what had happened. Our words must have hurt one another more than the finest cavalry, even worse when spoken behind each others back. And just when we thought it was time to build ourselves back up we watched 'us' crumble to ash at every attempt. We broke ourselves beyond repair. Into a million pieces. Maybe it was my fault for thinking it would be different because every time I held back you fired harder.

This time I won't be bitter over 'us'. I'm tired. So very tired. Of course this will matter and the perfect world you used to build back up for me will fail to ever be. You might fade. But the memories won't.

Maybe we were never meant to be.Solely two lines that happened to cross paths. We were made to leave. Everyone is. I'm glad we didn't end up as parallel lines. Because I promise I would have ended up waiting for my great perhaps while you would have reached infinity a long time ago.