Struggle Of Love - Chapter 1 Meeting Her

POV: Sai

I love her. I have always loved her. Right from the day I met her, I fell in love with her. It wasn’t love at first sight. But it was love after spending the whole day with her.

I remember it clearly. That day she was asking a girl where ‘class 7’ was. I was walking through the hallways as I watched them. The girl did direct her but she probably didn’t understand because of the different slang and style people back at school used. Or because the walk there was complicated and her face showed that she could not clearly catch it. She was walking in the direction the girl pointed. I was walking towards her. Well, I am an observant guy. I noticed all of this because, the fact that I was new too added to my already observant nature. May wasn’t someone who would go without being noticed by others. Frankly, she had a loud personality back then. She is the type to yell talk across the hallways even if we are to walk together in a few minutes. Never the one to come close and talk audibly only to the intended person. First impression I made of her was that she is a loudmouth. She halted, then adjusted her big glasses as she looked around, getting lost. Not her fault, the people of this school, Heaven High, had their own special way of talking, which we caught later on. It was a belief among the students that it unifies them, well, us. She saw me walking in her direction leisurely.

She looked at me through her clear glasses like she was going to ask. I paused my walk and looked at her expectantly. I felt the universe slow down a bit. Then, every next time I think back to this memory, the time slows furthermore at this point. Her eyes held the brightest glimmer that might have been seen better eith more beauty, without any small reflections that were casted into my eyes through her spectacles. “Hi! Could you please help me find class 7?” She asked. Just like I had thought, her voice was loud. Louder than necessary.

“Yeah, come along.” And we walked side by side.

After a minute’s walk she spoke again. “What is your name?” She asked me.

“Sai.” I had not really felt like asking what was hers just then. The reason still stays mysterious to me. Even now, when I meet someone new, I start with the names, necessary or not. That has always been my habit, with the exception of May.

We reached our class. She turned to face me, “Thanks for the help, Sai.” Then she revealed a grateful and childish smile.

“Welcome,” I said as I entered the class after her and proceeded to find myself an empty seat. I wanted to see if she chose where to sit already and that was when I noticed that she had been watching me with a poker face. I really love her. She has her own way of looking at things.

“Is everything okay?” I asked. I was careful while dealing with people. I am the same now too. Except to some close ones. And May is one among them, since the last five years.

“You are in the same class! I was actually thinking you went out of your way to help me.” That managed to get my mind blank.

“Is that my fault?” I asked her with a hint of hesitation. She got this strange sense of philosophy. But it was rational.

“No. But you could have mentioned it. All this long walk I was feeling sorry for myself for troubling people.”

“I guess.” With that we smiled at eachother. She sat somewhere in the front. I went to the middle of our class. She was full of herself. It was years ago. I planned on studying a little but right now I am just smiling at the book in front of me. I really do love her.