Age of Foolishness

 "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness."

~Charles Dickens

When I met him, I was in my early twenties. He was the calm in the storm, the most sober guy I've met my entire life till date. He was the guy I have done all my crazy stuff with, my first cigarette, my first kiss, my first love, he was first in everything. He was the only guy who changed my mind for marriage. I never agreed on getting married to anyone. It was a completely nonsense act for me but my sober man, even changed that, because he was the best!

It was both the finest and the worst of times when I first met him. Everything in my life was wonderful, but meeting him made it much better. Soon after I met him, he became my best buddy, and his sole enjoyable pastime was hearing my stories. We attended the same college where boarding dorms were required for all students. Our days and evenings together were spent laughing, enjoying on the Library top.

He abruptly departed one day without saying anything, possibly because he had started falling for me as well. My life was turned upside down when he departed, and I started having panic attacks. He was my pillar of support in every situation.

I could see it in his eyes, his gestures, and his words when he used to look at me with affection. He started staring at me when I turned my head away. He was really adorable, yet his ego caused him to leave me. He never called me back and never messaged me. Perhaps it was for the best; it's better to vanish silently. Not every situation calls for closure. If he reads this, just know that I miss you.