It was my usual day and I was just browsing through random Facebook groups, trust me I had no intention neither did I have any motive during this group searching project. However, in a particular group, I came across a person who had a funny take on every serious issue that was posted. While everyone was not happy with the way he reacted, I found him quite genuine. Hence, I decided to just check out what he talks and does every day. We had no mutual friends so I couldn’t send him a request but believe me I wanted to.
After a month of just looking at his activities, I was infatuated with him. Hence, I sent him a message which read, “Hey, you’re really funny. Thanks for making me laugh.” Much to my surprise, he responded and he said, “Thanks, it’s all in the genetics.”
Then it began: We spoke all day and night talking about ourselves: about our interests, our differences, about our likes and dislikes. We also spoke about how we were sexually harassed by different people in our lives when we were kids. It brought us together. This might sound too quick but I was in love with him a week after I started interacting with him. However, to him, I was a friend. He didn’t consider me his girlfriend right away and it’s understandable. He hardly knows me and I wouldn’t be surprised even if he friend zoned me and rightfully, he did so too.
After a few weeks I confessed about my crush on him and he dodged the question making fun of me. But I liked that quality about him, turning a tensed atmosphere into a lighter zone. That day, I didn’t feel good about it- I was hurt. After six months of knowing each other I told him that I was trying for universities abroad and that I’ll be leaving soon. After that came a huge distance in our closeness. He didn’t want to share personal disturbances with me and felt that after I leave I wouldn’t have time for him and hence, there would be no point in getting closer.
But he didn’t know how much I loved him by then. I told myself that even if he rejects my proposal whenever I do it, I’d let him live peacefully post that and live single – that was my initial plan anyway.
By this time we knew everything about each other, but the expanding distance made me realise that all that I prepared to stay single and not share my feelings was forever destroyed because no matter what his response would be to my proposal I will always love him.
We knew each other for 8 months but we were extremely nervous to meet each other. Finally, when my VISA was finalized, I told him that and it was his birthday. That’s when he said the three magical words: Can we meet? (What did you think?)
I was the happiest woman! As hours neared I just didn’t make efforts to look great. I was just myself and his car was right outside. It was in the evening at around 7pm and in that dim light I saw him waiting for me. MY heart skipped a beat as I got closer to the car. I bent down to look inside the car to get a glimpse of his face (Just so you know he isn’t a fake profile I’ve been texting and talking to all this time).
The minute I saw his face I fell in love with him all over again! It was way more than I thought I even loved him. Now it was impossible for me to move on.
We went to the beach and I wasn’t still sure if he’d love me or not but why not give it a try? We had such beautiful moments that day but my favourite was looking at him for the first time and realising something very important: this is definitely not infatuation, this is love! We were unstoppable since then. I did go abroad and we did have a long-distance relationship that worked out well. I went through depression and he was right there for me helping me out of it.
Its been years now and we are all set to tie the knot. Our families love each other and we cannot wait to see the happy tears in their eyes when they see me as a quintessential bride.
I know what you would be thinking: How could she trust a random stranger on Social media? He could be a psychopath or a fake profile trying to trap women. But, hey he is the most brilliant guy and I know everything about him.
I am not sure how far I’m right here or what sort of example I am setting. I do not encourage anyone to talk to strangers either but I just got lucky. I might be judged but I don’t care. I only consider myself lucky for falling in love with an absolute gem of a stranger. He made me believe in my emotions and he made me realise that no matter what he will be there for me. He made me believe in myself and in him. There is not a single second I can survive without him and vice versa.
I believe that love comes in any form and there needn’t be a lot of practicality in emoting something so beautiful.