>It’s a strange feeling to want to know somebody so bad you don’t care how you do it. When I first met The Guy I went on to marry, I knew I was interested, though my romantic inlination towards him came much later. And frankly, it didn’t matter. All that I was bothered about after that first conversation we had was how we could be together. He could be a friend, a lover, a brother – just as long as I could talk to him a little more, spend a wee bit more time with him.
When I met The Guy I was young, too young to know better than to tell him I’d like to tie him a rakhi, just so he wouldn’t think I was the kind of girl who went around chasing boys! Thankfully, he refused the offer and we went on to be lovers for 5 years before finally taking our wedding vows.
That’s how it has always been with me. When I like someone, really, really like someone, all I care about is how I can make that person a part of my life. It’s rare but then I do not bother with the relationship I have with him or her – a father figure, a friend, a fling (not had any, though), just anything, as long as it can be an excuse to be with that person.
I’ve made friends out of most such people. But not always. Sometimes the other person might not have found a reason to reciprocate my feelings, to want to know me better. It’s usually alright with me, but this time, I like this fellow so much – in a very platonic way – that I’m upset about his apparent disinterest in my life. He’s certainly not been my friend, but he has been rather nice to me in the past. However, he seems to have forgotten me now. And I’m perturbed by how he’s dismissed me from the miniscule part I had in his life only because he has been so nice to me.
It makes me wonder if a nameless relationship is a good idea after all.