Everyday I would think about him, M#hi!. I don't know from where I got the courage but I decided to text him on telegram on Janmashtmi that is 26 August. I consulted various persons, well there's literally no variety... except Aabha. She encouraged me. So I wrote to him...
Hi...I'm Omega. (The writer)
Well I had ur no. for 2 years but never texted to not ruin ur privacy. I was waiting when ur account would be activated again but recently when I checked insta, ur account got deleted. So I had no other option. I decided to text you. So if and only if you are comfortable, can we talk? And if you feel I'm bothering you, feel free to say so:)
And I really felt genuinely that it's the nicest thing I wrote. I actually believed he'd text back. And then...
Unfortunately he didn't even see my message. After 2 days, his last seen showed that yesterday he was online but didn't even read my message.
I literally cried today in my hostel room while everyone was outside attending a meeting with the second year while I gave the excuse of having stomach pain and I really had... Even now it feels so painful. (Not more than M#hi not texting back)
So when I was madly dissolved into sadness and tears, I sent him the PDF of my book and it's just upto him. I can't low down my self respect anymore. I won't text him now if all he's gonna do is just leaving me on hang. And thinking about only this thing makes me even more emotional.
Because...
Firstly I denied, secondly I lied, thirdly I doubted myself.
I was like oh hell what's happening.
The state of suspense made me run away from the fact that I maybe, not sure but , could be , probably, eventually a ... a ..aa....
" Just say it already! "
I love him!
I always said to myself that he's just a silly crush. But now, I don't know, he's just become a beautiful memory of past that keeps coming in the form of flashbacks and apart from the fact that he's in my permanent memory but also he's occupied a perennial place in my heart and soul.
( A little bit cheesy I guess) But I mean every word of it.
I really love him.
Even if our paths are different, even when the lines on our palms never intersect, even when we would never be together, even when I would never see him again, even when he makes my eyes brim, even when he ignores me, even when he would never read my book, even when he would never find who Omega was, I'd still love him.
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Teen FictionThis book is a biography about an introvert teen girl who is shy to talk to people and tries her best to be perfect in others' eyes. She is always hesitant yet empathetic. When she reaches her teen age she faces lot of unusual things in her life in...
