Sometimes it’s really hard to open up to someone, isn’t it? Whether it be friends, family, or your very own best friend. Yeah, I know you may have your own reasons behind it. But have you tried thinking about the other person? (s)he may end up getting hurt knowing something bad about the person they love. It may seem so plausible that everyone has to go through something to learn a lot of other things which never seemed possible before. So yeah, I have a story to share which may relate to a lot of you people. This one’s about a girl and her love story. This is what she wants to say to her love after years of silence-
Hello,
A lot of you may not know me, but these words are for my other half. My love, Ayush. There isn’t a day I don’t blame myself for being so rude on the day you proposed. But there’s something you should know. There’s something that’s changed in me, which is why I’m writing to you almost 6 years later.
Until the day you proposed, I was a huge believer in the phrase ‘Money is everything.’ Having a rich life was my ultimate life goal, which in turn made me believe I needed a rich boyfriend. But then in SYJC, you showed up. As luck would have it, you ended up being in my class. You were the alien who knew everything. Damn, even the teachers boasted about you. Soon enough, you made some good friends. We never talked, even though it had been almost two months. By now, the exams were over, and guess what, you were the topper. And I was really happy for you. Happiness turned into curiosity, and I wanted to know everything about you. I asked my friend (Shriya) to be in contact with you, who was like my very own informant who told me everything; your likes, your dislikes, basically everything I needed to know about you. And I loved everything I heard. I was happy I had you as a batchmate. You were the ultimate package, an all-rounder who held his head high with an optimistic smile. And yeah, I fell in love with you. But you know, it was hard for me to directly come and confess, so I decided to be friends with you. And then, the first time we talked was an unbelievably weird situation. We were in the exam hall, and I asked you a few questions after the paper. I begged you to help me with Math2, which I was really weak in. You agreed, and I have to say, sitting with you was the best thing that had happened to me.
We were done with our first semester, and the exams were just around the corner. But asking you out and get in a relationship with you was all I could think about. But then on one day, returning home from tuition I saw you working at a mechanical workshop and I realized you were not the rich boyfriend I was looking for. How could I be in a relationship with you?
I skipped college for almost a week after that night. You kept texting me, wanting to know what had happened to me. It was hard for me to recover. I made a decision to end our friendship and started ignoring you. Yet, you never stopped talking to me. I still received your study notes. Soon enough, it was our farewell. You proposed, but being in the momentum of my feelings, I turned you down and said rude things. And you, with a smile on your face and without a single word left the hall. That was the last day we met.
I started with my higher studies, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I realized I was never angry because you were poor. I was angry because you never told me you worked at a workhouse. I tried to contact you, but in vain. Nobody had your current contact details. I tried getting over the fact at what I had done, it was hard, believe me. But everything has its time. I became focused on my career. But one day, out of nowhere, I heard your name on news. I don’t know why that made me so happy to hear your name after such a long time. I looked over to the TV and saw a guy that resembled you. The guy was answering some questions about the book he had written about his life. I ordered the book and on completing, I had tears in my eyes. Your parents had died in an accident, and you worked at a workhouse because that is how you made money for your education. I’m ashamed of the things I said.
I want to apologize for everything I said and did. Please forgive me. I’m so happy for you, and I wish we could meet in person. We are still friends, aren’t we? I want everything to go back the way it was. Can we please be the same Ayush and Aanchal we were six years back?
Waiting for your reply,
Your Aanchal.
S. R. Agarwal
BunnY
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