Dear Diary,
It's been a week since I created that fake Instagram I'd. our late night chats made us good friends. Pratusha, without realizing my real identity, made me one of her close friends. I've dated her for more than 3 years, so I knew what type of conversations she like the most. And I did exactly the same. No loose talk, no flirting, never demanded her pics. And in a reward, I won her trust.
It was not easy for me to talk with her some other personality. She is smart, if I make any small mistake, there are 100% chances, that I may get caught. And believe me, it's not easy to talk to your Ex as a stranger or as a friend. The feelings, tears, pain. Everything is unbearable.
At first she wasn't comfortable talking with me. Late reply and sometimes get no reply at all. But as days passed on, things started to change and it was the day, a day to break the ice. Today, after gather enough courage and knowing she would answer me, I asked her about her Ex boyfriend, about me…
"Why do you want to know about him?" was the first response from her.
"I was running out of topic so, I thought…" I lied. "It's okay, if you doesn't want to share"
"No! I'm okay. But he is closed chapter now"
"Do you hate him?" I asked
"Hate… Don't know. Actually I miss him… miss him a lot…" she replied. I read that text again and again. Re-read it for 15 times. Didn't believe what I just read. She miss me, She still love me. With tears flooded eyes, I kissed her profile picture.