This Isn'T A Love Story.. I Guess

He and I met in school. I being a SHE doesn't make this a love story. But it is a story. I don't know how and why, but it was like we already knew each other before we met. We were alike in ways deeper than any friendship or any love. He had a girlfriend. His girlfriend was my best friend. It was their relationship that actually brought us together. He sent me a message first, but I found him first. I understand him in a way no one ever has; he always said this whenever we had a hearty talk. No, he didn't like me more than a friend. I was not enough for him. I know I'll never be. He was always there for me. I called him every hour the year after school during entrance preparation. He was really ambitious that year yet he never was irritated of me. He called me too. I got carried away, away from studies, away from family, towards dreams. I threw him out when I couldn't make it. None of us called each other till next year when I got admission in the same college as his. We talked but then it was awkward. We talked lesser and then it stopped. We waved when we crossed each other. I mostly ignored him. He understood. He always did. I always knew. The pauses on the phone. The silence to take a moment to read each other, to look at one another. Things remain unsaid. We talked then we didn't. We're friends. That's enough.