When you think of the person you loved dearly, doesn't it remind you of all the memories they have left behind? Our story was not that difficult; it was simple, It was a beautiful but incomplete story, and that's what I'm going to tell you.
Jolly, I have many good memories with him. I go further back, and it was 2019. I was new, young than now and, that first day, when my heart started pounding, that feeling of nervousness. I remember how it used to be and how it felt when nothing was more important than us—from assignments, chatting, texting, and calling each other. As time went on, we became closer. We were more than just friends. It's not about love, but there was a relationship between us that was impeccable. A relationship that most of our friends didn't know about it. A bond so deep has always told the story itself. A connection was as innocent as a fairy tale that no one noticed. Yes, I am talking about the first semester of my university, when I was newly admitted there, and this story started.
One fine day, on my way back from varsity, I went to his house because he hadn't been to class for a few days. It had been raining all week. As soon as I called him in front of his house, he opened the door.
I asked him, "Why aren't you coming to varsity?" He said, If it weren't for the bad rainy weather, I'd go. I glanced at him angrily; he laughed. "Come on! Come on! Welcome to my cleanroom.
When I entered his room, I looked around and saw that the clothes and books were all neatly arranged. He made little space for me to sit. I gave him some important notes and taught him what he missed in class for a week. Then, we talked about all the crazy things, and he asked me to listen to some songs from his playlist. He used to listen to a lot of songs; he liked to listen to songs.
It was a wonderful evening. I rarely get a chance to enjoy this kind of evening, and later, he dropped me off at home.
"Where have you been all day?", My mother asked sternly as soon as I got home; I was a little scared. I hugged her and told her I went to my friend's house. "All right!", She replied thoughtfully.
Every night on my birthday, my phone rang at midnight sharp. At the other end he. He was sometimes late, about two or three minutes, and apologized to me for his late wish. "Happy Birthday," his tone is sober. "Thank you so much," I would say in a childish tone every time.
Today is my birthday, and after a while, it will be midnight, and he is not here today to wish me.
