she was so sweet and lovely. i was sixteen and i guess it was so ordinaryfor me to love or at least have crush on somebody. i used to have crush on some girls but she was different. i always loved talking to her and when she called me 'baby' i felt so many butterflies inside even though she was calling me like this because she was four years older tahn me. she was so mature and gentle. as we spent more time, i tried to know her more. she was a little bit bold and straightforward. when i asked her anything, she would answer openly and share her opinions. i loved how she made me feel. something slowly started to grow inside me and i wanted to be with her...there..by her side to see her more. she always joked saying ' be strong and smart and i will marry you'. i could sense that it was pure joke but it gave me daydreams. i started to think about her more often. i used to try to do things she described to me, she told me to do. as i knew her ideal type, i promised myself to be this man and i didn't know the reason. i was going to hit the gym to protect her, i wanted to be strong to provide her, i made up my mind to get her. whenever i tried to think about other girls, i couldn't imagine anyone else even if there were so many around me. i wanted to be 'the man', not for anyone else but for her. however, she was a distraction in this way. i had to give my everything to reach her. i distanced myself from her and focused on my studies. one day i just deleted everything from my phone except her one picture. i sacrificed her to own her...
today it has been seven years, i have grown enough, i am 23 and have my own business. i graduated school with high marks and got accepted to the most famous university in the country. there were so many sleepless nights and it cost me the blossom of my teenage years and youth. in the early freshman years of the university, i presented the project that made me one of the richest and youngest millioner in the country. i made my parents proud and now i have my own company, money and the body i wanted...she wanted. i have everything she wanted but her.
over years i tried my best not to remember her. even though i deleted all my social accounts, i still managed to stalk her by my friends' phone and to my fortune, she has never changed or deleted the account we used to talk. she has never changed. can i get her now? can i make her mine now?
i was standing in the balcony holding my phone, watching her account. glimpse of hesitation blocked my mind and unanswerable questions was roaming around: can she recognize me? does she have a boyfriend now? it doesn't look like this. shoul
