A year has slipped by, yet her memory lingers vividly in my mind. Each day, I strive to erase her from my thoughts, but she remains an unshakeable presence. It feels as if she once lifted me to great heights, only to send me tumbling down into despair. Since that fateful phone call when she uttered the words "We need to break up," tears have been my constant companion. I find myself questioning the reasons behind it all. I believed I could move on effortlessly, but every time I shut my eyes, her image invades my mind. Nights stretch endlessly, consumed by memories of her, Wearing a mask of happiness, Living behind a facade of smiles, At times, the weight of it all feels unbearable, Love can be a cruel tormentor, a source of deep anguish. -The following day- I reached out to Harpreet, pouring out my heart about Novita,
The girl who captured my heart, my very first love!
"Why not search for her on Facebook?" he suggested.
"I bet you could track her down there with ease."
Absolutely! I can handle that! I thanked him for his assistance and then headed off to enjoy the dinner that was eagerly awaiting my appetite. After finishing my meal, I strolled into my room, settled into my chair, and logged into Facebook. I immersed myself in the quest to find her Facebook ID, but despite my extensive search, I came up empty-handed. It was a frustrating day, so I resolved to continue my search tomorrow after classes. -The following day- Once classes wrapped up, I dove back into my search for her ID, and to my astonishment, it appeared almost instantly as I hit the search button. I was overjoyed! No, not just overjoyed—ecstatic! After a year of longing for her, I had finally tracked her down. The wait had been worthwhile, and now I could uncover the reasons behind her departure! "If I send her a friend request, she probably won't respond and might even block me," I mused to myself. "Well, let's go ahead and add her, and maybe we can chat when she's online! She probably won't even remember me," I thought, logging out of Facebook and heading to lunch. As I descended the stairs, the enticing aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, drawing my nose like a magnet to the delightful scents. I plopped down at the table and dug into my lunch.
And guess what was on my plate?
"BURGERS AND SPAGHETTI!"
Mom skipped cooking lunch that day, still feeling the effects of jet lag and exhaustion, so she decided to order takeout for me instead. After finishing my meal, I retreated to my room, logged into Facebook, and noticed that she still hadn't accepted my friend request. "She's probably offline," I reassured myself, logging out to dive into a gaming session of GTA 5 on my PS4. Days rolled by, and on Sunday, I received the notification that she had finally accepted my request, a broad smile spreading across my face. I clicked on her profile picture and was taken aback; it was a charming heart-shaped gold locket—the very one I had given her on her birthday during our lunch outing. I vividly recalled that day when I asked her to close her eyes, eager to surprise her with the locket. The moment she opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed a delightful pink, revealing her surprise and joy at the unexpected gift. It warmed my heart to know she still remembered me, even after a year had slipped by. I had feared she might have forgotten, considering we hadn't spoken at all—no calls, no messages, nothing. Yet, her heart proved otherwise, and I felt reassured that her feelings for me remained, despite the silence that had stretched between us.
"Uhmm hi,"
I typed out, using a fake account I had created to uncover why she had distanced herself from me.
I couldn't shake the memory of our last conversation, which had spiraled into a fight over my failure to mention my upcoming return to India.
"Hey there," she responded warmly. "How are you doing?" I typed back. "I'm doing well," she replied, keeping the dialogue flowing. "So, you're from Indonesia?" I asked. "Yep, and you're Indian, right?" she shot back. "That's right, I'm Indian," I said, nodding even though it was just a digital exchange. "Where are you from?" I inquired further. "I'm from Batam," she answered. "Interesting! What's that place like?" I replied, pretending to be clueless about Batam. "It's a city in Indonesia; you can look it up for more details," she informed me. "Alright, sounds good!" I replied before logging off for a bit, pondering how to re-engage her without raising suspicion. She was sharp enough to notice my occasional slip-ups during our chats.
"Maybe discussing her past could give me some insight into why we broke up," I
thought to myself, then shifted my focus to studying since my unit tests were approaching, and I aimed to top the class once more.
I stumbled upon her again on Facebook. "Does she still remember me?" I pondered, lost in thought. I logged in and began to explore her photo albums. Her cover photo featured Harry Styles. I recalled her mentioning her admiration for him—his voice, his mannerisms, and the affection he shows to his fans. As I browsed through her profile pictures, I noticed she hadn't updated her profile pic in over a year. "Seriously?" I muttered to myself before sending her a message. "What's the story behind that necklace in your profile pic?" I inquired. "Oh, that's just a picture I found online," she replied. "Ah, she's not being truthful," I thought. "Alright then!" I responded. "Could I get your email address?" I messaged her. "Sure, it's novi123@******.com," she answered. "Thanks a lot!" I replied. "Hey, how about a video call?" I suggested. "No can do, my webcam is broken," she replied. "Okay, no worries," I said back. "Let's catch up later; I'm a bit busy right now," she messaged. "Alright, take care," I replied. I logged out and called some friends to play WWE on PS4, hoping to distract myself from her. We played and chatted, but the happiness eluded me. Her thoughts, her eyes, her smile lingered in my mind. It felt as if she was everywhere... I never realized love could weigh so heavily on the heart. A cloud of sorrow enveloped me, and tears crept out at night. I felt utterly lost. I craved her presence even more. The harder I tried to forget her, The more she occupied my thoughts. Her essence clung to my mind like a spell, trapping me in a cycle of endless sadness. I logged back into Facebook to check her friend list. She didn't have many friends. "HI," her message popped up. "Oh, hi!" I replied. "What are you up to?" she asked. "Not much, just thinking about you—just kidding!" I responded. "Ha ha, okay," she replied, keeping the conversation going.