February 14th, 1:06 am.
My phone vibrated with the ringtone of the messenger. It was most probably a message and I had recently been ignoring messages. I mean like from everyone. I don’t reply to anyone until and unless it’s from Mattrab. I ignored that tone as well and later after some half hours I opened messenger. And there was that person at the top of the chat list, I am not gonna say the name, with a message, “Hello, I wanna talk with you, can we talk?”. And then a packet of some memories that I had been trying to forget for the last few months.
Where does one’s love story start?
Mine started in high school. No one expected I would have fallen in love. You know I am some kind of, who doesn’t fall for someone, guy. Well falling in a sense of loving not bringing bruises in the knees. Physical classes? Nope. Started a high school with online lectures. Well after sometimes there were physical classes. And then I saw her. Her? The moon, the moon of my life. The second moon of my life to be precise. That hair, those eyes, and that leather jacket, damn she was so beautiful, she is so beautiful.
This is a love story. How it started and how it ended. Yeah, my story ended. It ended unexpectedly. This is my story, and I am gonna write this story in my own way. So, dear ex, fuck you, if you think you know this story without reading this.
I fell for that hair, those eyes, and her. 2 months, till then I could find neither her name nor who she was. And finally, after those 2 months, I knew her name. Not just the name this time, but her Instagram id as well. I sent a follow request, but it was almost an eternity till she accepted. And the next day I reached home and found out that she not only accepted the request but also she followed back. She had a story posted, I saw it. She was so beautiful, so so so beautiful. And me being a boka which obviously I am, texted her. “You have such beautiful hair.” My first text was this… one of the lamest first lines you would say to a girl. Anyways she replied with a thank you. And since I am a boka, I had done some research about her classes. I mean we had this very silly tradition that, grade 11th students were supposed to change the classes daily, within the week. So I had kept the details of the classes. This is interesting. I don’t know-how. she was impressed with the way I talked. You know, I am a guy who doesn’t talk, with the same new person, more than once. But I did with her. Anyways, going forward in the story, our talks were then converted into daily conversations. To be precise, I was the only boyfriend she had in college. She fell for me. Well, at least she said she did. I used to flirt with her, she used to flirt back. We had fallen in love, but here’s a twist. She badly wanted to go home and I suggested she take a few days off from college. And then suddenly some pollution shits and covid our school was closed. The day when the notice was published, I texted her congrats, you can go home now. She didn’t reply, and then some days, more like a 32 days, we didn’t talk. I had heard she went to her home, she didn’t text, for the whole month. I didn’t care though. And then after the month, she texted, finally. We talked for like 2 days, and she suddenly threw an atom bomb on me. “Mero boyfriend herney?” and boom she sent a picture of her boyfriend.
Our heart was already connected, but still, she liked someone else. While writing this, I am cursing a lot, but can’t write those, so…. You are lucky if you are reading this without any curse words, my friends literally heard more curse words than the story. Anyways, she made new friends, she made a boyfriend. That’s the conclusion of the story? Will I get to date her? Will I be able to love her? Or there is another character in the story? Stay tuned for My Love Story.2