I saw him for the first time on my first day of college. He was famous, completely out of my reach, and I had convinced myself that this was nothing but a dream.
It was only in my second year of college that he noticed me. A few days later, he sent me a friend request on social media. We started talking a lot and soon, we both knew that we liked each other, but neither of us confessed.
On his last day of college, he finally proposed to me. I told him that I was only looking for something serious and wasn’t sure if this is what he wanted to. But I also felt that I would lose him if I didn’t say yes… and so I did.
It took us only three months to break up. We both had terribly huge egos and staying together just didn’t seem like an option. But just when I was moving on with my life, there were some twists and turns I didn’t expect, and we met again. This time, we decided to remain only friends, but that didn’t last long and eventually, we began dating.
We believed that even God wanted us to be together and that’s why after this gap of over a year, we were fated to meet again.
This time, it felt like we both had matured, and came back to each other stronger than before.
We were together for five years and despite having our share of fights over the years, and even though at times I felt like I should break-up with him, his voice was enough to make me fall in love with him all over again.
I loved him with all my heart. We used to even talk about our children’s names. We were so happy together. It really did feel as if I had found my soulmate.
Little did I know, destiny had other plans for me.
One day, he told me that his parents were forcing him to get married. He was settled in his career, but I was still studying. So, I asked him for some more time.
But he was adamant to speak to them about us. I told him that it would be easier to convince both our families once I had a job, but he said that by then it would be too late, and he couldn’t hold off this conversation any longer.
The next day, he told his parents everything and I wasn’t sure why I expected a different outcome, but they were upset. I was so sure that he would convince his parents, that when he called me and told me, “I’m sorry, I can’t convince my parents, we will have to end this now.” I was shocked and shattered.
I wondered, was this the same person who just yesterday told me that he couldn’t live without me, who was now calling me to wish me “good luck for your future?”.
I cried for days after this call and begged him to think about our love. But there was no hope left. Eventually, he stopped picking up my calls.
A few weeks later, a cousin of his told me that his parents didn’t agree to our relationship because I was unemployed and didn’t have a brother.
I was disgusted after hearing this, not because they gave this stupid reason, but because he saw sense in their response.
Today I know that I’m lucky, that his parents didn’t agree to our marriage and that he couldn’t convince them, because I never would have been happy in a home that thought like this… and with a person who couldn’t even stand up for our love.
I do have an empty space in my heart; I know that it’s going to take me a long time to heal. But all I can say to him is “Good luck for your future…”. I know he’s really going to need it.