When I Met Her (quite a short story)

8th grade, when I had seen her for the very first time. I didn't feel the 'click' suddenly, but I did notice her eyes and her coarse voice. Nothing crazy happened on the first day. As I was in a different class, I could see her rarely. I had moved to the capital of Bangladesh, Dhaka. It was my very first experience of finally getting to meet the cool kids and be like them(maybe?). 

Sadly, I couldn't. I remained introvert, I remained not-so-special and going unnoticed seemed to be the best trait in my school. I technically had no friends. But I did notice her from far away, well, because she was one of the cool kids (duh!?)

She never really noticed me, maybe she didn't try. But she did start catching my attention. I didn't follow her, nope. I just used to stare at her as long as I could and appreciated the beauty that she held and the way she held it. I wasn't falling for her because of her face. I was falling for her eyes. The amount of size they were of and the way they rolled. Dark brown, glassed eyes. I was falling for her 'short-temperedness'. I had never seen a girl being this confident and straight-forward before. Phrases like "Be yourself", "Do what your heart says you to do" etc. might be very common these days to say. But she started believing and acting according to them long before they became cool. She was everything I never thought a girl could be. I started getting used to her. Staring at her for a long time never seemed to bore me. As a matter of fact, thinking about her turned into a pleasant pass-time for me. She was the one, whose anger gave me the essence of melody and she often turned extremely melodious. 

I thought about myself, human kind and her. I sort of gave her that level and never expected anything in return. In fact, I was scared to expect anything in return.
After all these sensations that I was going through, it's very sensible to think of confessing my feelings to her. But unfortunately, that never happened. Yes, folks. I could never tell her about how majestic she made me feel once. 

I was so madly in love with her that I couldn't even call her my muse. I preferred to have her as my 'Queen'. Whom I was allowed to admire from a distant as much and as long as I wished to. But she could never be mine because I never even tried. 

Right after 3 years of that expired-crush, I am telling all these things. I sound less-biased now.
I was always an optimistic and unbiased person. I am grateful to her for not affecting my optimism even for a bit and increasing my 'biasness' up to a level which was quite easy to eradicate later; after finishing school, 10th grade it was. 

We're not even connected; neither were we. But the the thoughts I had, still prevails in my memory.
But I still feel that she is an awesome person, with an average smile, a high-pitched anger, a penguin style walk and a ton of signature-adjectives­.

Unfortunately, fortunately or maybe just factually-this king is not into polygamy.

Originally written on: December 24, 2017