I have never explored a part of human life known as the love life or relationship era. I always used to live in my world, capturing the moments of life and the beauty it provides. Until one day, I met her.
I joined the University the same year I completed my schooling. I was exploring the world and pursuing photography as an interest. As soon as college started I made new male and female friends. I won't say I have made female friends as I did not interact much with them. I used to live in my world having fun with new friends and getting used to my new college life. After the orientations were over and the first class took place, I saw her, she entered the class and took all of my attention. She was wearing red Indian ethnic clothes and large-sized spectacles. She had long hair waving in the air due to the gust of wind. At that moment my heart was racing as if it would just pop out of my chest into my hands, I had never felt a feeling like that. And when she smiled my heart melted as if it was made of ice. Her smile was so beautiful that I got lost in it and missed the whole lecture imagining her smile.
Time passed, and my feelings for her started to grow even stronger and stronger day by day. One day, I was sitting in the cafeteria with my friends and talking about funny things, and she came wearing a black kurta and sat on the bench opposite me. One hour passed, and I was still looking at her, talking with her friends while having a cheerful smile on her face. I did not even realize how deeply I adored her. One day, I finally took the initiative to talk to her. As soon as she looked at me, I was lost in her eyes. She snapped me out of my fantasy and then we started talking about random things. Soon after we became good friends, but I did not want to be only her friend. But I also feared if I confessed to her about my feelings then she would start ignoring me and we would grow apart gradually. So I never confessed my feelings for her. Like this, my one-sided love carried on for three years. In my final year, I finally gathered up some courage and confessed to her.
UNFORTUNATELY, HER ANSWER WAS A REJECTION. THERE WAS A SAD SONG PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND WITH SOME DRUMS AND CRYING SFX.
Nope, it was not like that at all, although she rejected me and I had a little bit of pain in my chest as if something was shattered inside me. And to make the rejection look sad even the sky rained when she rejected me, as if the sky was crying with me. And to make it even more you know what her answer was, " I never had any romantic feelings for you, I solely look at you as a good friend."
As she was going, leaving me behind in the rain, all the memories that I made with her for the past three and half years just flashed before my eyes. After our graduation ended we both went our separate ways and I locked the memories that I had with her somewhere in my consciousness with the thought of never meeting her again in my life. That's how my first love ended.
Rather that's how I think my first love ended.
Five years later, I got a call from my college best friend that we were having a class reunion. He insisted that I should attend the reunion. I thought it was odd for them to invite me since I did not have that much interaction with my classmates. Later when I arrived at the venue, I got to know the reason why I was invited. She was there, my first love, sitting on the chair and smiling beautifully as ever.
I did not ever think of meeting her again but here I was sitting at the same table as her. She was not feeling awkward while with me as if I never confessed to her. The feeling I had at that time I can not explain it but it was something like a heartbroken thing as her words of rejection again ran through my mind.
After the reunion was over, she handed me her wedding invitation, everyone was happy after seeing the invitation, but I was more heartbroken than ever, all voices were starting to become low and dull as if they were fading away. I never thought that I would be holding the wedding card of my first love.
And the last time I ever saw her, was in a wedding dress taking photos with her husband and family.
That's actually how my first love ended.
