Love-Hate Relationship

its really funny..how i seem to hate everyone... i remeber my first best frnd.. i was in 4th clas..v hated each other like cats n dogs an year before v became frnds ..i don remeber the reason y there was so much red between us at the time.... maybe v had some conflict of interest.... she used to b my junior n her mother my class teacher but v were smart enuf to keep our hatered away from the teachers..... anyway an year later i had to repeat my class coz i ws "under aged"(smarter than i shud b i wud like to think of it as) n then unfournately v were in the same clas...known enemeies in the same clas!!! imagine that....she had a best frnd who ws also frnds wid me...she ws a parsi...now some how(n i really don remeber how) one fine day me n my worst enemy became frnds n v started cutting out the parsi...i refer to her as the parsi coz that was her most distinguishing factor rite now n i really don wanna take names....

we were best frnds in all aspects...v hung out together all the time...all that but most of all, v even developed a secret language!! it ws quiet simple really...v just reversed everyword wen we spoke or wrote it but v managed to puzzle everyone in class....now this language ws only between the two of us....n the parsi did not know it...this really used to piss her off....n somehow v used to enjoy that fact every much.... i regret it now...maybe it scarred her...maybe it din...but i still remember the kind of anger n hatred she used to feel wen v wud knowingly speak in our secret language in front of her saying non-sensicle things just to make her angry...i don understand again how v ended up hating her....she wasnt very bad a person after all...quiet disticnt somehow if i may say so...

this " best friend" of mine was perfect in almost all aspects.. v had all the same interests...r knowledge level was almost the same...all aspects but one...she enever came to my home....i remember treading the high hill upto her house or sometimes gng thru the back not-so-safe-but-less-steep route to her house every evening to play ...v played the same games at the same times..... but it puzzeled me y i always had to go to her place....n she never came to mine..... her mom ws always there wen i went over.....n then wen her dad got posted out she left widout a single goodbye...nothing exchanged....the only thing i remember about her now is her name...n i often think of her