The passing months had been marked by an unbroken string of conversations between two kindred spirits, for whom these exchanges were the sole source of comfort and joy. March 26th, my birthday, brought with it a cryptic message from my confidante, Jasmine, who requested that I be online at 6 pm her time for an important announcement.
Despite my overactive imagination, I assumed that the occasion would be pleasant, perhaps involving a present or cake. I was unprepared for what was to come.
As the hours ticked by, and I went through my daily routine, I found myself constantly checking my phone for any news from Jasmine. When she failed to respond to my texts, I became increasingly anxious, wondering if something terrible had happened to her. In class, I struggled to concentrate, my thoughts consumed by worry. Eventually, the bell rang, signalling the end of the course, and I was given an unexpected reprieve when my Arabic teacher fell ill, cancelling the class.
I used this unexpected free time to plan a small birthday celebration with my friends. My parents surprised me with a huge chocolate cake with my name on it, and I was just so happy. I borrowed speakers from my neighbour and made a lot of popcorn, waiting for my friends to arrive.
Everyone made it to my little party, but one. We blasted music, danced, and enjoyed our time, forgetting that it was even my birthday.
As the night came to an end, everyone said their goodbyes, and I remembered that I was supposed to be there for Jasmine at 11 pm my time. My mind kept returning to Jasmine and her uncharacteristic silence. When I finally received a message from her apologizing for her tardiness, I breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly agreed to a call.
Jasmine's face appeared on my screen, and I was struck by the seriousness of her expression. She was struggling to find the right words, and my anxiety skyrocketed. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "I have something important to tell you."
My heart sank as I prepared myself for the worst. Had someone in her family passed away? Had she been diagnosed with a serious illness? I braced myself for the worst possible news.
"I think I might be in love with you," Jasmine blurted out. My mind reeled as I tried to process her words. It felt like the floor had dropped out from under me, and I was falling into an emotional abyss.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, and I desperately wanted to wake up. But when Jasmine spoke again, her voice was full of conviction.
"I know this is unexpected and maybe even unwelcome, but I couldn't keep it inside anymore. I've never felt this way before, and I had to tell you."
I felt paralyzed, unable to respond. I had always thought of Jasmine as a close friend, a confidante with whom I could share my deepest fears and dreams. I had never considered the possibility of anything more than that.
As Jasmine waited for my response, I felt a thousand different emotions swirling inside of me. Confusion, fear, excitement, disbelief. It was as though my brain had short-circuited, unable to process this unexpected turn of events.
Finally, I managed to find my voice. "I...I don't know what to say," I stammered. "I had no idea that you felt this way."
Jasmine nodded, looking almost relieved that she had finally spoken her truth. "I understand if this is too much to handle," she said. "I don't want to make things awkward between us, but I couldn't keep this to myself any longer."
While talking, I realized that Jasmine was right. I couldn't pretend that this revelation hadn't happened. I couldn't go back to our old dynamic as if nothing had changed. But at the same time, I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen next.
The hours flew by as we talked, analyzing our feelings and trying to figure out what this meant for our relationship. At times, we laughed together, reminiscing about old times and inside jokes. At other times, we sat in heavy silence, each lost in our thoughts.
As the night drew to a close, and we parted ways to catch some much-needed rest, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the future held. And as I drifted off to sleep that night, I knew that I had been blessed with the greatest gift of all: the love of an
incredible girl, who had captured my heart in a way that I never thought possible.
By the time we finally said goodnight, it was well past midnight. My head was spinning as I climbed into bed, replaying our conversation over and over again in my mind. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew that things would never be the same between us.
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