I guess it all started the day I sat on the seat next to yours. I didn't know why I did that. Well,..i didn't even hate you. I didnt like you either. You were just another person I had met, or rather acknowleged. Those deep brown lacking eyes of yours didn't help either. I could see you needed attention. You needed people around. You wanted friends. Empathisers. You were the poor lonely soul in the class. The person everyone was afraid to talk to. But I was not afraid. I was just never bothered. i wanted to be with my friends...I was popular, and I was happy with that.
Till the day I sat next to you in the bus and reached your home. I could never have guessed what was to happen to me that day.