Our families have lived in the same building for almost ten years. She is one year younger than me, and since childhood we have fought over everything—parking bicycles, terrace space, loud music, even whose family got to use the common area during festivals.
During college, our fights became more dramatic. She once complained to my mother because I played music at midnight. I took revenge by changing the Wi-Fi name to something that made fun of her. Everyone thought we genuinely hated each other, but somewhere between all that fighting, I started waiting for her to appear on the balcony.
Last year, she moved to another city for her master's degree. On the day she left, she hugged everyone normally, but when she reached me, she quietly said, "Now find someone else to irritate." That was the moment I realised I had probably been in love with my biggest enemy for years.