Addiction

The first time I saw you... I hated you. And my hate grew bigger and bigger but I had no more place to keep it. You were the 'prize' boy to the teachers.. The 'brilliant student' to my parents.

Every time I secured the second highest marks.. I heard the oh-so-old repetition humming around.. They don't remember the second.

And obviously you didn't.

My head thought something.

My heart thought otherwise.

I delved deeper into academics.. I had to erase the 'loser' reputation!

The final year.

You came second... Oh! What joy...

I remember dancing around in my room. I remember that my parents were aghast.. They never thought I'd make it.

But..days later.. When I heard.. You were addicted to drugs.. I lost it.

I tried in so many ways.. You didn't listen to anyone. And obviously you didn't listen to me.

The day I heard of your overdose- I knew it was the end.

Silly me! I wanted to begin something new.. I contradicted myself.

I loved you, Jonathan.

Sorry. I couldn't save you.