I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT YOU

“Hello… Sophie!” Fiby’s voice surprised me. Why? She never comes so early like this morning, she usually comes a few minutes before the ball rings. “Hi! Whats wrong? You don’t look urself today. Why did u come so early today?” “my father gave me a lift. By the way, have u heard anything about lizza?”. “what is the matter with her?” I asked. “haven’t u heard? Everyone at school has,” she replied. “what is it? Would u tell me, please?” I begged her. “OK. She is falling in love with Davini. Don’t u know? She is ur classmate, isn’t she?” “You are kidding! I cant believe it is true. As far as I know, she is a calm girl. But . . . how about Davini’s response?” I asked her. “Wow …. I don’t know. Please ask him urself. Davini and u belong to the same volleyball club, don’t u? but I think he pays no special attention to her. Since . . . he loves somebody else,” she replied. “Who is she? I asked. “well …… you’d better ask him urself. The bell will be ringing soon”, she answered hurriedly and ran to her classroom. Fiby is not classmate. She is in the IPA (SCIENCE) department while I am in the language department. The break finally ended. One by one, my friends entered the classroom. It was very noisy in the classroom. The teacher was absent and there was no special assignment. “Sophie …. Are u going to play volleyball this afternoon?” Lizza asked. “Yes, what can I do for u?” “I want to give this letter to Davini. Will u help me give it to him,?” Lizza begged me. “Yes I will. Believe me. I am as good as Mr. Postman,” I said with a smile. “Thanks a lot for ur help.” “No problem”.” In the afternoon, I meet Davini in the volleyball court. He was smiling when I approached him. “Davini …..”, I called. “Yes, what is wrong?” he came to me with a smile. “Here is a letter for u?”, I said while handing it
to him. “Who is it from?” Davini request. “Please read urself,” I said. “Well, is it from ur close friend?” “Right,” I replied shortly. Davini has smiling when he looked at me. I was a bit annoyed by his smile. A week had passed when Lizza came to me and asked about her letter. “How about the letter?” I wonder why he hasn’t answered it yet.” “Im afraid I don’t know. I havent met him for a week. But I promise that I will ask about it as soon as I meet him.” “Don’t forget Sophie”. One evening Davini dropped by my house to return a book which he borrowed a few days before. “Davini have u answered Lizza’s letter I gave u a few days ago?” “Sorry, …. I have had no time to write it. I’d rather say…. I don’t love her, but I do love someone else,” he replied. “May I know who?” “Well, u will know everything soon. Sorry … I must be off now. Give my best regards to ur parents. See u tomorrow.” “Yes I will. See u.” when I was studyng that evening, I found a letter in the book which Davini returned. I was really very surprised when I read it . . . . . . Oh my god! What should I do? Do I like him? Maybe, but how about Lizza? She is my classmate and my good friend. It hurs to know this. Oh, no …. I will not to do it. And tomorrow I will tell him. I must find time to say it. Davini …. I don’t mean to hurt you. I cant love u. please don’t hate me. Lets be friend till the end of time, but don’t love me. I cant do that, you know. Oh, god, help me explain it to him. I really don’t know what I will do if I meet Lizza tomorrow.