UNLIKE NORMAL LOVE STORIES...

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1.11k Views Added on Sat May 26 2018
I was enjoying our official college freshers with my new friends in the new college.We were forced to have cold drinks and snacks instead of the usual hard drinks and smoke. Taking pictures was a part of our new College life. While clicking a groupie a Guy came from my left with one of my friends. It was a routine for me - Guys in new college coming and talking or my friends introducing them to me. That's why it was quite normal but that introduction had something different from his side. He started the conversation by saying " I also live in Phase II , so if you don't mind you can travel with me to and from college".

"No, I didn't come with him" I replied to my friend who used to sit with me daily and introduced "The Guy" to me. "But why?" he asked. "I don't need anybody's help, why should I travel with him when I can come myself" I answered. His statements were normal but had a compelling force in them. " I'll see" I said to end of that conversation.
We would sometimes meet in the parking in our short breaks between the classes and smoke together. But I still was not coming with him. He asked me a couple of times to message him if I wanted to travel to the college with him.That day I came from my friend's place and he called me to ask something and he ended up saying the same line. Just before falling asleep that night i texted him "See you tomorrow at 8:30 a.m" and he replied "I'll come at 8:20". Chat ended with good night messages.
Now as we started to travel to and from the college together, we became better friends with each passing day. We discussed our past relationships, breakups, heartbreaks, songs we love, friends and many more. Every evening he used to call me asking me to meet but i always ignored his awkward trials. I was afraid that someday he will ask me out.
19th August- He called me at 11:00 p.m and said " I need to meet you right now". He seemed tensed and so i agreed. We met and it took me only a minute to understand the situation. Yes he was drunk and had come from a party where his ex was also present. He told me about his conversations with her. "I mentioned you in our conversation" he said, shocked, I asked him, "but why did you mention me?" And then he tells me "I Love You". In the 15 minutes of our meeting he said it 10 times. Being a good friend he knew I was not ready to be in any relationship and that's what I replied with and he said that he actually knew my answer even before I had said anything.
Days passed and our discussions became silence in the car. When did our "Tu" changed into "Tum" we didn't realize. One day, as it was a daily routine before going to bed I was analyzing myself and I realized I wasn't my usual self. The girl who was full of attitude, who used to abuse a lot, her voice loud enough to shut people's mouth, fun loving backbench-er, who never listened to even her parents, do what her heart says, had silently changed to a girl who was quite, talking sweetly and most importantly listening to the guy who is just a normal friend to her. "Something is wrong" I thought to myself and called my only female friend in college. She laughed and said "I had noticed this way back". "Wait! What? What did you notice? Why didn't you tell me about it?" I questioned  her. She replied with a simple statement," You are in love my babe". "No, Are you mad! He is not even of my type babe, how can I even feel for him?" I screamed without taking a breath. She disconnected by saying "Accept it". 

"No, I came alone " i replied to my friend in the class after he teased me. "We Don't come together anymore" I added...
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12.43k Views Added on Thu Jun 07 2018
It was my decision. We had been fighting for a really long time. He was not the same person. Maybe I was not the same either. I called him and ended it with a phone call. The worst part was he did not even try to stop it. I think that damaged me the most. The guy who would not sleep without listening to my voice, who would make endless efforts to resolve our issues, the person who never gave up on me even when I was so stubborn, gave up on me. Just like that.

I think there was this dying hope, still left inside of me. Somewhere my heart was not yet shattered into tiny pieces. Something was holding it together. The hope was that he would call me. I was not sure what I would say if I really want to be with him. I thought I would say I love him but I can't be with him. I kept waiting for his call. I knew he would call. He loves me. He loves me more than anyone in this world. He cannot live a single day without me. Not a single day can he live without me.

I was in hostel, it was 2.00PM. The dying hope was now dead. A hollowness had started building up in my chest, right in the middle of it. I wouldn't call it painful. I felt numb. Not happiness, not sadness, no pain. Just cold hard numbness. My roommate, who was present there with me. Her present was inexistent to me until she hugged me and the tears that had begun building in my eyes finally found their escape.

It has been four months now. I have deleted all his pictures, his contacts, blocked him from all social media. I met new people. It is not like I don't laugh anymore. I enjoy my life. More than ever, I have started living my early 20s after I broke up with him. It was all good until I saw that he had moved on. He changed his Instagram a/c name, now it didn't have my name's initial. He deleted that one picture of us that he promised he never will. He swore to me. The numbness that I covered with layers of pretentious happiness. It all came back.

I don't know if I exactly will ever move on. If I will ever want to move on. But, all I know right now is that I will smile. I will smile for those who smile when I do. I will laugh when I have to. I don't know how but, even though I still have that hollow numbness inside of me, I feel complete. As if this hollowness had become a part of me. It might go away, it might not. I don't know. I don;t know if I want to hope for its absence. But, I will live without looking back, or hoping for him to come back. I will go on without him, with a part of him inside of me. It sounds weird. I have lost a piece of me but I also feel like I found myself. 
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1.66k Views Added on Sat Dec 03 2016
So I was always this tomboy who never knew a thing about dressing up and looking pretty, you know the teacher's pet who is hated by the majority of the class :/ The thought of meeting a guy, falling in love had never crossed my mind. So I was always this tomboy who never knew a thing about dressing up and looking pretty, you know the teacher's pet who is hated by the majority of the class :/ The thought of meeting a guy, falling in love had never crossed my mind.

So I was always this tomboy who never knew a thing about dressing up and looking pretty, you know the teacher's pet who is hated by the majority of the class :/ The thought of meeting a guy, falling in love had never crossed my mind.

In fact my mom used to push me to go out with friends. Leave the books and the TV alone. In fact my mom used to push me to go out with friends. Leave the books and the TV alone.

In fact my mom used to push me to go out with friends. Leave the books and the TV alone.

Not that I didn't have friends but I only had a few selected 'special' ones. The story goes like this: after passing 12th, I had to go back to my school for one of my teachers wanted me to be there for some work. Not that I didn't have friends but I only had a few selected 'special' ones. The story goes like this: after passing 12th, I had to go back to my school for one of my teachers wanted me to be there for some work.

Not that I didn't have friends but I only had a few selected 'special' ones. The story goes like this: after passing 12th, I had to go back to my school for one of my teachers wanted me to be there for some work.

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