It’s a story, which happened about five years ago. I had a crush on a very beautiful girl who happened to be the epitome of sweetness. I have a long history with her. I always hated my school. I stepped into my school every day bearing in my mind the advice probably given by every single Indian parent. —“Focus on your studies and listen to your teacher carefully ”. I always hated waking up early each morning. I hated getting on that loud and noisy bus and listening to the teacher’s stuff in class that I didn’t even understand. The maths teacher who flirts with the class and used to laugh at his own jokes and on top of all that I had to face that girl whom I had never done anything but she used to treat me like garbage.

But one day, I started liking these things. The new classmate with brownish hair had a beautiful face with gorgeous dimples and a smile that would drive the sanest crazy. I started liking all of those things that I hated before when she smiled at me and I blushed like an idiot. When I couldn’t stop thinking about a fictional character and spent weeks wishing they were real. I started watching romantic movies, and love series and spent more time listening to music. Sometimes, I even skipped my breakfast to reach school early on foot. I still cannot believe she approached me for notes and she knew my name too. It felt amazing, I got a million butterflies in my stomach. I felt there is hope for me and her. Laid on my bed thinking about what had happened, staring at the ceiling and smiling for hours that’s how I spent time that night. We had created a batch group where we would share our notes and random stuff. She messaged me one night asking for notes for one of the subjects. I honestly hadn’t felt more elated in my life. Thus, we started talking about WhatsApp and school as well. From studies to personal life, we talked about all the stuff. I felt ecstatic even when she just stood near me. I finally decided to ask her out but I learnt that she already had a boyfriend. I felt dejected, broken down, and downhearted, the tears came and I just let them flow. I went home took a quick shower jumped into my bed while I cried myself to sleep. The next day, I couldn’t lift a limb. I spent the day in bed with my diary cursing her. I opened up about everything to my friends. They advised me to let go of her. I knew I had to but I wasn’t able to. I was exhausted from overthinking. Two months later, just like an alcoholic, my hand involuntarily went to text her. I wasn’t able to control my actions. But she didn’t mind texting her, she replied very calmly. I still don’t know how I gathered enough courage to text her for the next six months. Then I learnt that her boyfriend has a problem with me texting her daily. I agreed to spend the day saying goodbye to her but the next day, I needed to remind myself that we have ended it. Days passed, and months passed. It was time for me to leave the city and get into a new school. It was the time for me to stop thinking about all those things and focus on my busy schedule.

I am grown up now, remembering the moment which is still special to me because I don’t know if she even remembers that I liked her, but she was my first crush and that was the best moment I had lived through. Today, after almost three years, I am a normal boy again. I don’t know whether this is called love, but living up to the happiest moment is called love for sure.

Thank you for having a look at my story. — I have been looking for a place where I can vent out my feelings.

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