As we grow up we always tend to rethink about our position. We tend to reconsider who we are and actually learn how we are.

One of the most intriguing things I'd learned a few days ago was how less we knew ourselves. We know how we are going to react to something but we tend to overlook why we do so. The process of actually having a reason behind your behaviours really intrigued me.

"There's something in your mind, I know it. I can feel it. Even you know it, but why are you going into the other track? I know you know the answer and I know that you will never say it." --She said.

Knowing your pattern of thoughts and reactions before hand could really explain my erratic behaviours and she said she knew me well enough to know what was in my mind. She even felt what I'd been desperately trying to figure out.

How can it be, some other person actually knows you better than you, yourself.

Theres this feeling of discomfort. I'd miss her always, she'd always be in my thoughts, yet I didn't know what it was. I'd never been so confused and I knew I could/would never answer her question, just as she'd said I'd do.

But how, even I didn't know the answer.

I'd never call it love or infatuation. This time it was something else. I'd not miss her by her thoughts but I'd miss her company, all the talkings, cute expressions, small fights, constant bickerings and by the majority of small frivolous things associated with her. Songs,phrases,that moment captured inside my head,references to her, everything.

What is it?

And the Biggest of all is the complexity of it all. If she'd only been someone else than who she's now, things would've been something else afterall.

Or maybe I am wrong and all of this is just a moment that'd eventually pass by. Many changes are taking place maybe all I'd want is someone by my side who I can retreat to.

But Life's never easy, is it?