When I said “ILU” December 2, 2008

So I finally managed it. I said “I love you” to my library-adonis Arjun! In a contorted manner, but nonetheless.

Now I’m the sort of fellow who’ll pounce on an unguarded cellphone and randomly start messaging other people from it. It is an unrivalled source of entertainment for one and all; occasionally a cause for embarrassment but not one that lasts long.
Yesterday, I picked up a friend’s phone from her table while she was taking a quick nap, and smsed another some scandalous nonsense. The friend responded, rather stunned, and I kept it going. Normally, all my friends are almost accustomed to receiving arbit objectionable comments from each other, knowing that it’s me typing away, but this once, I tried to keep it real and managed.

Soon after, the friend woke up, saw her phone was missing and started looking around frantically. She’s very careless and absent-minded, so I returned it to her before she’d panic too much.
Meanwhile, the other friend who I had been messaging, continued to send back sympathising messages and that confused my victim-friend even more. After realising the extent of damage done (which was substantial this time round), she sought out to find me and let me have a piece of her mind. Soon enough, she did, and I struggled to defend myself from her wrath. Another friend who was sitting nearby, Arjun’s room-mate, whisked out his mobile and began recording.
After my friend had calmed down, she let go. I meanwhile reached for our cameraman’s phone to delete it’s objectionable content, portraying me in negative light. He was understanding, and did not endeavour to stop me.

After I’d deleted the sensational evidence, I thought to myself, “Why the hell not?”, opened his Message composer and typed “I love you”. Then, I started scanning his address book to find prospective-people to catch off-guard. Soon enough, Arjun’s name appeared and I selected and sent the message without second thought.
Hagatha, who was observing over my shoulder said, “You couldn’t resist, could you?” I grinned.

Arjun will be leaving college for good, this semester, and I’m glad I could confess my crazy infatuation for him, even if not under my own name.

Soon enough, his room-mate realised my antics, smirked and proceeded to clear the misconceptions that would’ve developed.

I returned to my studies, my golden moment having passed. Moments later, the room-mate held up his phone, flashing a message from Arjun saying “Tell him I love him too “

Sigh! How bittersweet are such goodbyes!