My first memory of him is when he was playing football, and I got hit by the ball. I got a severe injury on my forehead. He felt guilty and came to apologise. I said nothing.
Later that day, he sent me a request on facebook. I accepted it and threw cutting words upon him, called him a loser and what not.
I said 'Boys are monsters.' He used to think that girls are two faced *******. He told me this and I cried, I don't really know why.
We both used to make fun of each other, but I never unfriended him.
Once I told him that I am ill and he said, he doesn't care. I cried, I don't really know why.
As days passed, he started annoying me more.
One day I was walking with my little sister in the park and he was practising for his football tournament. Suddenly a wild cat came and started chasing me. I was screaming and asking for help, but he kept playing. I was saved by a guy that was not him and I cried, I don't really know why.
Came December, it was my 18th birthday. My friends threw a surprise party for me. My parents gave me a lot of presents. He didn't wish me a happy birthday. I cried, even though I don't know why.
He became friends with one of my classmates. She told this to me. When I got back home, I cried. I don't really know why.
A year passed on. It was now time for him to leave for Manchester for his training to become a goalkeeper. I pretended that I am very happy over the fact that he is leaving. I went to the airport with my friends. I kept talking to him. When it was finally time for him to fly, we agreed to go our separate ways. We both cried, we both know why!
Those tears we shed, spoke volumes.
He finally went. His training was 2.5 years long. We used to talk everyday, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for hours. Life was good and weird at the same time. I waited patiently for him to come back, though, my heart yearned to meet him.
Finally, his training got completed. I thought, that's it. I thought, my wait is over, but how untrue it was. 3 weeks passed, and it seemed as if he doesn't have a plan to come back. A part of me died everyday waiting for him. Whenever I used to ask him when is he coming back, he always responded with 'soon'. Soon seemed like forever. I got furious, and asked him 'Would you come back when I wouldn't be there any longer?' After that I threw away my phone. It broke into pieces, but I didn't feel sorry for it, because my heart was in a much more miserable condition.
He flew to Pakistan the very next day and came to my place as soon as he landed.
I had locked myself in my room. Someone knocked, and I said 'I am alive, that's all you need to know. Now leave me alone'. I didn't know it was him. He said, should I go back then?
That voice. That voice was very familiar. I couldn't believe it was him. For five minutes, I stood still. I didn't open the door because I feared it might not be true.
Finally, I came out. Lucky stars, that was not a dream. He came back. He came back for me, for us. I was so happy that I cried.
Then I told him how my life turned upside down after he left. I used to look myself in the mirror, but didn't recognise the face staring back at me. My laugh used to fill an entire room, but then I drained my energy to act like I am amused. Those three years I spent without him were terrible.
He said, we'll live together forever and forever is a lot bigger than three years. I looked at him and asked 'forever?'. He said, 'forever'.
We both cried, we both know why!
Today we got a phone call from our 7 year old son Ayyan's school, and they told us that he hit a girl with a football.
We both laughed, we both know why! :p