Valued

"There's something I need to tell you." She said
"I think I'm falling in love."
He smiled. It seemed cute.
"I stayed up till two last night, talking to him,
messaging him."
He smiled. He told her things will work out for her.

"I want to hold his hand."
She messaged him.
"I can't resist it."
He smiled, but his brain seemed to be playing tricks with him this time.

"Hey! how have you been?" She said a few days later.
"Been to a lunch meeting. How are you?" he asked.
"Hold on a sec please, he's on the other line. Will call you back."
She said and hung up.

He waited for hours without getting her call.
Two days later they met again.
He had stolen off 2 hours for her.
Cancelled meetings, held up assignments.

She didn't say it, but he knew he was her best friend.
Her phone rang.
And she began to talk.
She gave him his ipod.
He stuck it in his ear, but didn't switch on the music.
Just lay there shaking his head, so she can speak.
She spoke and spoke and spoke.

For nearly an hour, till he decided
that even his time for being a best friend,
had value.
He said "fuck you" and wanted to walk out.
When he realized,
that it wasn't his time,
but her, that he valued... and saw slipping away.

Till today, he regrets
that no one stays up late at night to talk to him,
no one cuts another call to talk to him,
no one keeps another waiting
cause his time is of more value.
There is nothing that hurts him more than to know
that he has a little lesser value...