Memory

It was a long time ago when I used to go to college, So I always used to go by bus. A boy used to go there by the same bus every day.

I always had a friend with me. But The boy and I would always look at each other secretly and then we would both go on our own stop.

Similarly, two years have passed but neither of them has said or done anything beyond that. I don't know why I couldn't find anything for this boy in my heart. But yes, I liked him, but I never dared to say that to him

We never met again after that. But even today those old memories are alive in some corner of the heart .