Manvi's matchmaking attempt was a total failure and I refused to see the guy again. But she still insisted I speak to him, so I did. To be honest, he was sweet but dumb, so obviously not my type. Plus, I had Anurag. Who else could I wish for?
Since I moved here, I noticed something off about Anurag. I could hardly tell what it was. He wanted me to spend more time with him, turn my social media active status on, and post him and such things. He wanted me to turn my life public, and give up on my mysterious personality. But that would only draw more attention to me and cause problems, I could not tell the reason behind his behavior.
Days passed by, and his behavior kept getting worse. But I thought it would eventually stop and I should not bring this up. I kept being the same little girl who was obsessed with him.
I met him when I was fifteen, a naive little girl. We met on social media, started talking, and soon became good friends. Our talk mostly revolved around random stuff, trends, what special things our cities have, and such things. Soon we became best friends.
I still remember the first time we spoke on a call, and I sang to him. I still remember the first time he complimented me and the first time I blushed hearing his name. I remember it all to this day. It has been 6 years, 7 months but I still remember you.
All I wanted was to speak to him all day, tell him that I miss him and wish he was there beside me while watching sunsets, or taking long strolls, I just wanted him.
In the past 5 years from then, we have had numerous quarrels and misunderstandings, we made mistakes, and would even stop speaking for months, but in the end, we always came back together, because we never gave up. We never wanted to.
Before I moved here, Anurag told me several things, like how he would pray that he never loses me, or how he always regretted the way he made me feel in the past. It soothed my heart and asked me to forgive him and begin a new journey.
However, a part of me said otherwise.