I adore you, sweetheart. Do you recall the hotel where our paths first crossed? The lights twinkled like stars when we met. I remember seeing you in a heated exchange with a guy. You seemed hesitant to step in. I took it upon myself to confront him, Trying to rescue you from a fool, And somehow, I found myself ensnared in love, I texted her. "What??!!" came her surprised reply. "Just a mistake, sent the wrong message," I quickly responded. "Okay haha," she replied, laughter evident in her words. "WOW, I thought this might spark memories of our first encounter, but did it? I can't tell," I pondered silently. "hehe," I typed back. "Dududu," she responded playfully. "So, are you still single?" I asked, half-joking. "Nope!" she shot back. "Oh, alright -smile emoji-," I replied, my heart sinking. Her response left me stunned! "So she's in a relationship now. A year has gone by, so it makes sense she's moved on," I thought, logging off. "Did she ever truly love me, or was it merely a fleeting crush?" I questioned myself. I stepped outside for some fresh air, feeling tears welling up after her message! It's heart-wrenching, isn't it? We can love someone so deeply that they linger in our minds, yet they can forget us so easily. "Love can be painful," I whispered to myself.
After her revelation about not being single, I felt no desire to reach out to her again.
The following day arrived, and I felt compelled to reach out to her once more; I needed to uncover the truth behind our split. "Was it all just a facade? Did she genuinely care for me, or was it merely a twisted game?" I pondered as I typed out a message: "I want to ask something," hoping today would bring clarity. "Yes?" came her prompt response. "Um, how are you and your boyfriend?" I inquired, trying to keep the tone light. "We're good," she answered, a simple reply that left me wanting more. "So, tell me about yourself," I pressed, eager to learn more. "What do you want to know?" she countered, a hint of curiosity in her tone. "Um, maybe about your past relationship or just about you," I suggested, hoping to steer the conversation deeper. "About me?" she echoed, deftly avoiding the topic of her past. "Yes, and if you could, share a bit about your past relationship too," I encouraged. "Well, my name is Novita, as you know, and I adore Harry Styles and food, haha," she shared, her playful spirit shining through. "Ah, that's great! I love food too, haha, who doesn't?" I replied, eager to keep the dialogue flowing. Should I bring up my feelings? I wrestled with my thoughts, torn between confusion and fear. "I need to ask; it's time to uncover the reason for our breakup," I resolved internally.
"Okay!" she responded, signaling a willingness to continue.
"Hey, do you know Arjun?" I typed to her. "Not a clue! Who's that?" she shot back. "He went to Indonesia last year and fell for a girl there! Does that ring a bell?" I probed. "Uh, still no! Why are you asking about him?" she responded. "I'm a friend of his," I replied. "Ah, but I can't recall any guy named Arjun," she answered. "Okay, you must be joking," I messaged her before logging off. "Wow, she really forgot me," I muttered to myself as I headed to dinner.
"How can a girl just forget someone she once loved?
Was I too clingy
? Did I ever try to control her?" I pondered.
I logged back in, eager to share the truth.
But she had already logged out—perhaps she was caught up in something else.