an incomplete love story.

this is definitely not your ordinary love story but because it's been on my mind lately, I thought to write it here. Around 3 years ago I met a guy at my boarding school who I never thought would one day be my boyfriend. At this school, dating was never allowed and in general talking to boys was considered an absolute crime lol. But being the rebellious kids we are, we wanted to try out this whole dating thing anyways and keep it a secret among a group of us who all had bf or gf. We used to sneak out to places, secretly give chits, make phone calls secretly and well we basically had to hide everything and anything we ever did with our significant other. Back to the guy that I had met, I was supposed to ask him out one night until my friend and I got caught for sneaking out. Couple of months went by and he decided to ask me out one night or at least ask if we were ever a thing, because he knew that I liked him. I said yes to him and well you could only imagine how happy I was.

During our relationship we never ended up hanging out much with our circumstances but for the people that did know about us, they could never understand our relationship. People used to tease us about our language barriers, our height differences and basically could never take us seriously. A rumor kept going around that he had liked another girl and not me and well on that note eventually I had to end our 7 month relationship. It was true that he really liked her and well I eventually got hints from him and other people about this girl.

At the time I was mentally destroyed by not just him but I had lost everyone by the end of it all. I was literally left alone in my own bubble of thoughts and well everyone was happy in their own way. But despite all of this happening, there are many memories that we shared along the way. After all the guy was willing to make things work and it's the little things of wanting to check up on me, wanting to talk to me and overall not using me like any other person. With such circumstances, these things meant a lot in the long run.

I wonder most days if we ever ended things because of our circumstances and the people who surrounded us. We would never fight or hate each other for anything because deep down we knew each other so well. Even if people questioned us constantly, we were always on the same page.

As of now, he has told me that he is over the girl he liked simply because she never liked him back and he feels bad for not appreciating what we genuinely had in that time and place. He has told me he misses the way I used to look at him and well I wonder if I could ever win him back. It will never work because of our distance but I always wonder if our story never ended. I wonder if he ever thinks about what we had or he has simply moved on. But the way he still knows when I'm crying without having to tell him and the way he respects me so much compared to any other girl, I can just never seem to let go of such things.

If you read this entire thing, thank you for taking the time to read and let me know what you think. Who knows maybe I'm just overthinking all of this over again.