Part-1
Sometimes heart-break teaches you lessons which any teacher on planet can't. I was also a boy next door head-over-heels in love with a girl. She was perfect in every aspect; this was thing that I was afraid of most because nothing is perfect in world not even your designer clothes will fit you perfect. She seems to me perfect may be because I wanted to see her perfect. She also had flaws like any other being but my selfish love for her was not allowing me to see it. She would be rude to me, call me names may be because she thought of me as low-life moron stalking her but I was sure she also felt for me, I could see it in her eyes. I was bright student as my teacher would say I would get anything I want in life but I wanted something more in life - Her. Her accusations of me being stalker pierced me, broke my heart into several invisible pieces but still I was adamant to get her love me, I took all these happening as casual as I could although I knew, my brain was screaming to see other side which I was unable to comprehend. Days passed by, she started talking to me as we were acquaintances obviously. She melted. One fine day like some lightning bolt hit her strong, she came and confessed her love for me. To say I was ecstatic, would be a mistake - I was sure much more than just that. I felt myself on cloud ninth, having her in my arms, holding her like no other would but I was failed once again. My dreams crumbled in front of my eyes - she rejected me and disrespected my love in public. You would say I must care less because she had already insulted me in public many times before but this was way different. In past she accused me but now I was proved to be a low-life, moronic creature claiming about her being my girlfriend which she wouldn't be in my entire life- a desperate stalker may be. People laughed and I cared less, my heart broke but I cared less. Even my friends accused me of being desperate and told me to stop all this non-sense; she can never belong to me. Reality stuck hard on me, I cried and hoped to let my go of my love in my tears somewhere deeply wishing it was never there. This was the day my life changed- swayam shekhawat changed and I'm thankful to Sharon rai prakash for that.
Today I'm someone who cares but only about people who reciprocate the same. I'm mature enough to handle the situation. What? No, not that what are you thinking. This isn't about a years and years ago. This incident happened just 15 days before and I'm doing perfectly fine - normal, thank you.
One incident and whole scenario reversed; now she was the one stalking. You would wonder why, because she was used to my attention - my perspective actually. I would give everything in world to be with her, may be that was thing she missed. I realized what a mistake I had made, I had not made her fall in love with me but manipulated her mind to think she loved me and I hate myself for that. This was what my mind was screaming from past years but my feelings overpowered it. I did wrong to her. She shouldn't be doing all this crap for me, don't take me wrong but deep down I still loved her, and it was hell difficult to get over it. But it's never too late, its time she faces reality before she goes far to come back to her original self. So I became this. I don't go college often - preparing for exams. I haven't danced in a while; I'm out of team - exams. Looks like I found a good excuse - exams. I haven't saw her since days, guys showed up at my home to make sure I was doing okay (I'm grateful of them), but they sure are my right choice of medicine for being bored.
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