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My Real life TV Romance

It’s funny how the first paragraph of this page says “the love stories from real life are often better then the ones we see on TV or in the movies.” In many ways, the way the romance developed between my fiance and I was SO TV drama-worthy.

I was 16 years old when I met Nick, just starting my final year of high school. We met online, on a dorky anime golf game, of all things. I still find it amazing the things that happened for us to meet, as if it was somehow destined. For one, we met on a ‘tournament’ style match – where up to 30 players verse each other, often quite competitively (no chatting to one another). I rarely played tournaments – I was the social type who liked to play ‘vs’ mode with only one or two players at a time. My fiance, on the other hand, enjoyed tournaments but was extremely competitive and almost always turned off the chat, especially if it was noisy. Neither of us added other players to our friends lists often, and never ones we’d met in tournament matches.

I wish I could remember the exact things we said to each other … if I could go back in time and save that log for nostalgic purposes, I definitely would. As it happened, I remember somebody in the room was talking, and I replied to it jokingly – or maybe he replied first? I’m not sure, but either way, we were messing around with each other and I remember I found him hilariously witty. He tells me that that day, he forgot about getting a high score and just enjoyed chatting with the goofball he’d just met. We added each other on the game, and several months later, on skype. (Let me repeat, this is something we really DIDN’T do).

The attraction, then, was instant. I’d found him intelligent and interesting before, sure, but I suddenly got to see more of him – he was witty, gorgeous, exciting, charismatic, flirtatious and charming in all the right ways. And such an arrogant jerk, too. He was the real-life TV trope – a jerk with a heart of gold. A walking Damon Salvatore from the Vampire Diaries (not that I’d seen that show at this point). I fell in love so fast, so hard, so uncontrollably and against my own will. There was the Pacific ocean separating us, and I was still in high school. And yet he was my first love. I’d never felt anything like it before. The butterflies everytime I saw him sign on, the sweet things he’d say that melted my heart, the things he said that crossed the psychological line and left me uncomfortable and nervous… frustrated and addicted… I felt so boring compared to him. Loving him was complicated and dramatic and powerful. I wish I kept a diary because it was the only time I ever fell in love with someone, and the way those feelings develop, how it takes control of your heart and mind, when you’re in love with someone unpredictable and wild and crazy …

And he was wild and crazy. He was a player, the kind of man women go out with hoping to ‘change’. Although I knew loving him would be the best mistake I’d ever make, I didn’t fully understand him then. I tried. As I got to know him, I realised he had had an extremely difficult childhood and life. He’d been hurt and broken by so many people. I came into his life at the time that he had given up and just wanted to die. He was dating a girl who had cheated on him, hoping that it would give him the motivation to end it all. And that’s where I came in. He tells me now that I was like a candle of brightness in his chamber of darkness, and it excited him and terrified him at the same time. He was enthralled by me, and scared of what would happen if he allowed himself to fall in love with me, or if we got together, or when I finally couldn’t put up with him any longer. He did the cliche TV trope of pushing me away so he couldn’t hurt me.

For months, and months, and months. He’d leave, and come back, push and pull. I was always there, like a lighthouse he could come back to when he needed it. I gave up the idea of being with him – I loved him so dearly, he broke my heart but he made it soar. Never had I missed someone so much or hated someone so much or cared about someone so much. I just accepted that it couldn’t work. He was a reckless, wild spirit who was admittably quite selfish, hot-tempered and often made horrible decisions blinded by strong emotions. He had a serious anger management problem – though he’d never hurt anybody, he had a tendency to break things and self-harm (actually, he had an emotion problem in general – he didn’t get sad, he got heartbreakingly depressed. He didn’t feel anger, he felt uncontrollable rage. He didn’t feel guilt, he felt utter despair and self-loathing.)

In any event, this was TV love. In the movies, the girl eventually breaks through the guy’s shell, he reforms and they get together and everything ends up happily ever after, but this was real life, over the internet and couldn’t be real…

I dated other guys for several years. He continued his toxic relationship until eventually she dumped him for somebody else, which ultimately resulted in a very serious suicide attempt on his part that thankfully failed. We’d stayed in touch during his relationship (sort of, remember the push and pull thing he was so fond of), and as much as the attraction between us was undeniable I’d told him firmly that nothing was going to seriously develop between us while he was in a relationship, no matter how insincere he may have felt towards his girlfriend or what kind of character she was. I was determined not to be any kind of ‘homewrecker’. Still, he flirted with me, but knowing the player-type he was (he flirted with everyone, men, women, himself, his food…) I never took him seriously… it would be years before I found out he truly meant it every time he asked me to marry him.

Several years later, a real-life relationship I was in for almost 2 years fizzled out. There had never been any spark in it. Actually, all the relationships I’d been in so far had no spark – I realised that I was going out with guys, desperately trying to prove to myself that despite how I felt, it was possible to fall in love again, with somebody else. But I never did. I loved my ex, but I was never IN love with him. Still, I was a mess after this breakup – it happened at a bad time in my life, and I felt so alone and in despair… I shut off the whole world, and went into a deep, dark place. I talked to Nick, and nobody else. At that point, we’d had a long time to get to know each other. He stopped doing the appearing/disappearing act a while back, and we’d become fairly close, though he never gave up the appearance of a snarky, arrogant jerk who would never be able to seriously commit to a real relationship. I felt that he had feelings for me.. he’d confided very personal things to me, but I didn’t think the feelings were really genuine or strong. Still, knowing the kind of person he was, I expected him to ‘pounce’ now that I was single again. But he surprised me. Instead of being his usual arrogant, flirtatious self possibly trying to ‘win me over’, he was extremely sensitive, caring, patient and supportive as I slowly crawled out of the deep dark hole I put myself in. And even after he was stil kind and gentle. He never made any crude jokes or attempts of persuasion… just incredibly sensitive, apologetic and kind. It shocked me. After several months, when I was relatively myself again, he confessed his love for me, that he’d always love me, that he thought I was far out of his reach and there was no way in hell I’d give him/us a chance, that as heartbroken as he would be (and was) watching me be with somebody else, he only wanted me to be happy, and that he’d always be there for me and just wanted me to know all this. And that he was deeply sorry for everything he put me through.

I had never ever expected him to sound so humble. For him to pour his heart out to me, to expect nothing in return … and I knew he wasn’t faking it either… but this was huge. I didn’t really respond immediately. I was still a little wary, but his attitude never changed. Well – not entirely true, he did get a bit flirty again but the humility was still there and I’d never seen him so … open and truthful before. Finally, I decided to give us a proper chance. I actually asked him out, and he was completely shocked…

It wasn’t an easy start – as much as we’d gotten to know each other very well, we were still discovering new things about each other, and the first six months there were some fights. But the passion… my God, to be with the one you never thought you could be with, your first love, your best friend and the man of your dreams… the spark never went away (it’s actually still there). I flew out to see him and while we were both afraid our expectations might be too high and we were setting ourselves up for a possible disappointment… he was even better in real life than I had imagined. Our fingers fit in each other’s perfectly. My head rested perfectly on his shoulder – honestly, before him, I thought that was something that only happened in movies. In real life, putting your head on a guy’s shoulder might feel nice and romantic for a couple of minutes but then your neck gets sore and you have to move. But Nick… I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder/chest. He was the perfect height, his eyes the perfect shade of piercing blue, he did everything I had ever needed … he pushed me against a wall to kiss me, he spun me around, he took my breath away… and somehow, the arrogant jerk I fell in love with never quite disappeared either… He was loyal, committed, humble and honest – the only other time he’d been like that was with his first relationship when he was 14, completely innocent … but he was still occasionally snarky, he still had that piercing stare that made your heart stop, he still drove you up the wall and had you cursing his name at 2am like in the Taylor swift songs… but this time he wasn’t going anywhere. He knew his flaws too, and worked so hard to manage them – for me. He doesn’t have an anger management problem anymore – he struggled so hard, harder than he ever had before, to get over his anger/emotional issues. He used to have such a short fuse, and now… recently, while working, a customer grabbed his arm while he was making coffee with scalding hot milk, making him burn himself. He yelped, but was able to keep being polite with her as he dealt with her demands, and although he ranted about it with me later, when I told him that he can’t let people treat him like that, he got quiet and said simply that his job matters more, because he has to save for us to be together, and he can handle anything from anyone for the sake of our future. I can’t describe how massive a change that is … nor had I ever expected to see such a change, much less that I could bring it about…

Earlier this year, he flew out to see me, got down on one knee and proposed. We’re getting married next year, and we still fall in love more and more every day. He still drives me crazy, still gets on my nerves, and still gives me butterflies. He’s changed so much, and at the same time he’s still that self-centered, complicated, slightly uncontrollable bad boy that I fell in love with at 16. He’s my TV romance in real life – whenever I’ve told people this story, they’ve always said to me ‘my god… that stuff only happens in movies… wow..’

I could not be happier 🙂

Oh, and just saying – he really is like Damon Salvatore. This entire clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovQAg70_lms … amost all of Damon’s lines, he’s said to me, nearly word for word (except for ‘hurt someone’). When we actually watched the Vampire Diaries together for the first time and saw this scene… we were both a little bit speechless, to say the least.

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My First Teenage Love Affair

Well it all started at my freshman year winter formal. At the time I had a boyfriend but our relationship was going down the drain so anyway we were dancing and having a good time but then he told me that he had to step outside for a minute and I was left alone and as soon as he left a slow song happen to play. And I saw my friends with their dates and the rest of the school and I panicked because I had no one to dance with and as I was about to leave the dance floor I felt someone tapped my shoulder twice and when I turned around I see this black haired, light skin, tall, boy ive never seen at school before and when I looked into his beautiful blue eyes I absolutely fell in love everything felt so perfect and I honestly I never felt that feeling even with my boyfriend at the time. He softly whispered in my ear “can I dance this song with you?” And of course I didn’t refuse so we danced and he whispered in my ear again and asked my name and he said my name was beautiful and that i was too and I asked for his and I thought it was pretty unique. So my date had not return and I was starting to worry so In the middle of our slow dance I had to confess and say I came here with my boyfriend and I did and he seemed upset and he said well “it was a nice dance” then he said goodbye. The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I told my friends about Him and asked if they knew him but they never heard of him. I didn’t see him since the dance so I just I forgot about him and told myself you’ll never see him again … Then sophomore year came. I was ready and happy to start the new year then I went to my classes and it was my last period which was math and of course I was always late and I saw a couple of people there then the last person who walked in was HIM! I couldn’t believe it. But I don’t think he recognized me because I changed a lot since my freshman year and one day we had to partner up in class and my teacher had chosen us and he sat next to me and he kept poking my leg and kept smiling at me and Saying my legs were soft. I just smiled back then we started talking. And after class he ran up behind me and grabbed my hat and ran off with it then he came back and returned it and we started talking about our lives and how he plays guitar and I just fell in love even more. So later on that year we hung out a lot and ditched classes together and just go behind the school and talk. I founf out we shared the same passion for music. I love listneing to oldies and he does too. We just connected so much. He asked me to go to the movies with him. Then a couple days later he asked me to prom then a month later, last day before we went on spring break we shared our first kiss together and all I felt was butterfly’s and It was just perfect. Another month passes by, he asked me to be his girlfriend. So it was the end of the year and we were together for three months at this point and I found out I was going to spend my junior year at a continuation school called Montecito due to my bad grades. We were both scared because we thought we wouldn’t see eachother often and were known as the “clingiest couple” at school. It’s pretty funny I guess. A fee weeks past and j got a phone call from him and said “babe I’m going to that school with you!” I was shocked and I said “no you can’t spend your senior year at Montecito!” And he said “I don’t care all I want is to spend it with you” for three days I tried convincing him not to but he didn’t listen. So I spent my whole junior year with him. We did everythig together. When we were together for 7 months we said “I love you” then when we were together for 9 months we both lost our virginities together. He was 17 and I was 16. His birthday was two weeks away so I have him a early birthday present. Well during my junior year we went through a lot of battles together but we seemed to fix things, move on and love eachother. I messed up a lot and he did too. But we forgave eachother and kept loving eachother no matter what. We were too much in love to lose eachother. Well we we recently broke up. We were together for a 1 year and 3 months. A lot of stuff happened and it just wasnt working out. We talked recently about our break up and we are good. We’re mutual. And we still love eachother very much but right now were good as just staying friends and it honestly brings me great joy that we are in good terms instead of holding grudges and not talking. So that’s my first teenage love…

(Screen) Name: AudyApples

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Sweet 17

When I was 5, I decided that my future soul mate would be named Daniel.

I met him on a sunny Saturday at a festival. His gorgeous brown fluffy hair and his blue eyes that sparkled like fire of love. He was tall, muscular and just attractive. We walked past each other, our eyes meeting from the corner of our eyes. My 16 year old heart probably stopped for a little.

I had to know his name. I had to talk to him. I need to, because in my head, I couldn’t shrug off the thought that we were meant to be.

I was the bold, crazy, petite girl who has her typical boy crushes and loved her chick flicks. It all fit perfectly. A true love story.

Except.

I was too shy to even walk up to him. Before I knew it, he left the venue and I was to never see him again. Or I thought.

Of course, I couldn’t just let it slide. I spent 3 days Googling his description, hoping the festival website might have his information somewhere. I just knew.

I found his brother and eventually got his details. Our friends instantly became best friends and a whole friend circle formed around us. He was 18, and exactly what I wanted. If only he knew. If only he would look at me or talk to me more. He was so reserved and cool. It was unfair.

A year passed. My friends always got to hang out with him and his friends while I was tied at home studying like a nerd to get good grades. But exactly a year after, we met for the first time again.

It was like this unstoppable chemistry. The day after I got home, I messaged him online. His name was Daniel. That was the start of our never ending conversation. I knew he liked me. He’d better.

All along I did not even realize that his cheerful best friend, N was serious when he said he would ask me out. I told him I liked Daniel. The best friend knew and so he made Daniel ask me out at the same time N did.

They asked me out together and I had to choose who I wanted to be with. I chose Daniel of course.

What followed were euphoric days of infatuation. I was ecstatic. Life was perfect. My dream boyfriend was mine. Nothing could ever go wrong.

Yet it did.

I didn’t know what I wanted. I thought I loved him. I wanted to stay with him forever because I thought he was my ideal lover. But exactly what is love? I was still in my teenage phase of cute guys and perfect teenage love story. He was on his step to adulthood and questioned my love. He was clingy and jealous and was afraid of losing me. I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone but him. Yet he would be overwhelmed with guilt and self pity for feeling so insecure.

My parents never liked him because our lifestyle was too different. My family wanted a top scorer, an academic, socially and financially well off boyfriend, not a financially unstable boy who moved out to live by himself.

They would do everything to stop us from meeting or being intimate. But I did everything to oppose them. I skipped school, I lied, I sneaked out, I ventured to unknown places to get birth control pills. I did everything a good girl wouldn’t. They said I was only 17, what could I know of love?

Soon, our love consumed each other. And we didn’t go a day without fighting. I was in a wreak. My parents were kicking me out. I was in my final year of high school and already destroying my future aspects of getting into university and a potential doctorate degree. To make it worse, I was struggling with depression. My mornings started with tears and my nights ended with more tears.

Still we didn’t break up. Until I realized how foolish I was to hold on to something just because I thought we were meant to be. He was my first everything, yes, but our personalities were like those between a pencil and sharpener.

7 more months, we learned to let go… And I entered university with an uncertain broken heart. I swore never to like another Daniel, especially one who share the same initials.. yet here I am, 3 years later, I’m in love with my best friend whose name is Daniel.

(Screen) Name: Gulwsha

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Sweet 17

When I was 5, I decided that my future soul mate would be named Daniel.

I met him on a sunny Saturday at a festival. His gorgeous brown fluffy hair and his blue eyes that sparkled like fire of love. He was tall, muscular and just attractive. We walked past each other, our eyes meeting from the corner of our eyes. My 16 year old heart probably stopped for a little.

I had to know his name. I had to talk to him. I need to, because in my head, I couldn’t shrug off the thought that we were meant to be.

I was the bold, crazy, petite girl who has her typical boy crushes and loved her chick flicks. It all fit perfectly. A true love story.

Except.

I was too shy to even walk up to him. Before I knew it, he left the venue and I was to never see him again. Or I thought.

Of course, I couldn’t just let it slide. I spent 3 days Googling his description, hoping the festival website might have his information somewhere. I just knew.

I found his brother and eventually got his details. Our friends instantly became best friends and a whole friend circle formed around us. He was 18, and exactly what I wanted. If only he knew. If only he would look at me or talk to me more. He was so reserved and cool. It was unfair.

A year passed. My friends always got to hang out with him and his friends while I was tied at home studying like a nerd to get good grades. But exactly a year after, we met for the first time again.

It was like this unstoppable chemistry. The day after I got home, I messaged him online. His name was Daniel. That was the start of our never ending conversation. I knew he liked me. He’d better.

All along I did not even realize that his cheerful best friend, N was serious when he said he would ask me out. I told him I liked Daniel. The best friend knew and so he made Daniel ask me out at the same time N did.

They asked me out together and I had to choose who I wanted to be with. I chose Daniel of course.

What followed were euphoric days of infatuation. I was ecstatic. Life was perfect. My dream boyfriend was mine. Nothing could ever go wrong.

Yet it did.

I didn’t know what I wanted. I thought I loved him. I wanted to stay with him forever because I thought he was my ideal lover. But exactly what is love? I was still in my teenage phase of cute guys and perfect teenage love story. He was on his step to adulthood and questioned my love. He was clingy and jealous and was afraid of losing me. I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone but him. Yet he would be overwhelmed with guilt and self pity for feeling so insecure.

My parents never liked him because our lifestyle was too different. My family wanted a top scorer, an academic, socially and financially well off boyfriend, not a financially unstable boy who moved out to live by himself.

They would do everything to stop us from meeting or being intimate. But I did everything to oppose them. I skipped school, I lied, I sneaked out, I ventured to unknown places to get birth control pills. I did everything a good girl wouldn’t. They said I was only 17, what could I know of love?

Soon, our love consumed each other. And we didn’t go a day without fighting. I was in a wreak. My parents were kicking me out. I was in my final year of high school and already destroying my future aspects of getting into university and a potential doctorate degree. To make it worse, I was struggling with depression. My mornings started with tears and my nights ended with more tears.

Still we didn’t break up. Until I realized how foolish I was to hold on to something just because I thought we were meant to be. He was my first everything, yes, but our personalities were like those between a pencil and sharpener.

7 more months, we learned to let go… And I entered university with an uncertain broken heart. I swore never to like another Daniel, especially one who share the same initials.. yet here I am, 3 years later, I’m in love with my best friend whose name is Daniel.

(Screen) Name: Gulwsha

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The story of how I loved

I post my love story on a blog that I run. I would be happy if you check it out, leave a comment, give your opinion, tell me what was right, what I did wrong, give me advice. The story is actually still running in my life, it hasn’t ended yet and that’s why your help is welcome. Thank you.
theloveilive.blogspot . com

(Screen) Name: Annon

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I’m just a young dreamer

This is not a story. This is real. This is my life.

People said that I was too young for love. They said I couldn’t experience heartbreak.

The first time he came over to my house, I started crushing. He was 16, I was 10. I knew he was just being himself. He probably never saw interest in me. I was just a silly little kid, and he was just trying to entertain me. So it seemed.

He was everything I wanted: funny, witty, artistic, playful. I kept a journal of all the boys I liked, and all the pages were mostly filled with him. The Mission Art Walk card. Little things. The other boys were just temporary crushes, cute but not really like. He was different. I fell heads over heels for him. I really loved him. Every day, I’d sit and imagine life for one day with him. Together. Alone.

Years passed, I turned 12, he turned 18. The last time he came over, he kept on asking me to sneak out to a dance. He said that maybe he’d take a Perusian girl with a heavy accent. Maybe.

I came home from basketball practice, and made a habit out of myself to check his house to see if the attic window light was on. He lives on my block, and I am so grateful for that. The door was open, and he and another girl, brunette with hair pulled back into a ponytail, were talking. He seemed to laugh, and time slowed. I stared, he turned around, and shock, confusion, and something else flashed across his face. Then it was over, I was gone, down the street in my dad’s car.

Now, he’s gone to college, and I’m still here. He’ll probably find a girl there, the light of his life, and I’ll be here, hiding my love. I convinced myself he liked me, I guess not. I guess I’m just a dreamer.

(Screen) Name: Kit Kat

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I’m just a young dreamer

This is not a story. This is real. This is my life.

People said that I was too young for love. They said I couldn’t experience heartbreak.

The first time he came over to my house, I started crushing. He was 16, I was 10. I knew he was just being himself. He probably never saw interest in me. I was just a silly little kid, and he was just trying to entertain me. So it seemed.

He was everything I wanted: funny, witty, artistic, playful. I kept a journal of all the boys I liked, and all the pages were mostly filled with him. The Mission Art Walk card. Little things. The other boys were just temporary crushes, cute but not really like. He was different. I fell heads over heels for him. I really loved him. Every day, I’d sit and imagine life for one day with him. Together. Alone.

Years passed, I turned 12, he turned 18. The last time he came over, he kept on asking me to sneak out to a dance. He said that maybe he’d take a Perusian girl with a heavy accent. Maybe.

I came home from basketball practice, and made a habit out of myself to check his house to see if the attic window light was on. He lives on my block, and I am so grateful for that. The door was open, and he and another girl, brunette with hair pulled back into a ponytail, were talking. He seemed to laugh, and time slowed. I stared, he turned around, and shock, confusion, and something else flashed across his face. Then it was over, I was gone, down the street in my dad’s car.

Now, he’s gone to college, and I’m still here. He’ll probably find a girl there, the light of his life, and I’ll be here, hiding my love. I convinced myself he liked me, I guess not. I guess I’m just a dreamer.

(Screen) Name: Kit Kat

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Dedicated to my love sneha

I was 19 years old and she was just 16.We met through a friend of ours, we had only one common friend in us n she helped me alot in propsing sneha but because of my shy nature i wasnt able to propose her.she is so beautiful just like the gal next door i loved her like hell she dint undertsand it but we kept meeting both more often.I called her for movies we gaged had fun together. i knew that she is the only one person with whom i can spend my rest of my life i was really happy and even afraid of proposing her.
The day of 14 feburary finally with lots of guts i finally propsed her and she did really said yes. I was so happy just felt to just go and hug her, I still remember that days each and every single moment of my life. I still get dreams of that moment, it was the best moment of my life.I hope everyday would start up and end up with that day.All days should be like that day.She is the only one person whom i have loved.
We kept meeting, finally our relationship continued for 5 yrs and m really happy.There were misunderstandings, fights, arguments and everything which happens in every single relationship but always it was me or her to come up with the solutions. If I thought its my fault then i said sory and everything seemed normal n if she thought its her then she was the person to say sory.
i love her like hell she does too..will keep loving her till the last breath of my life
Vishal..

(Screen) Name: Vishal

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The most beautiful day I had

Today was one of the happiest days of my life; it’s going to go straight into the beautiful parts of my memories. After all the confusions I finally came to decide with whom I am going to spend my life with. I now know that what I have for her is real love. I care for her a lot, I love to spend time with her, I am over protective of her, I take care of her needs, and I usually ask her what she wants or whether she is comfortable, I go out of my comfort zone just to please her and her family. What else it would be other than love. I know that she likes me because she lets me hold and caresses her hand.

I love her immensely with all my heart; I don’t exactly remember how it all started. I think it all started when I first saved her from drowning. I still remember that day when we were on the pool in floating tubes. We fished our round and were just leaving, when I recognized her (she was floating on water, her back facing us with her head submerged into the water) I ran as fast as my feet would let me and grabbed her arm and got her out of the water. I was really afraid; she was like coughing and panting and I was like wtf is she going to die? I was glad when she didn’t.

After that day her mom would be careless of her, because I was looking after her. When she’s out of her mom’s site, her mom would look at me and find her with me. I think her mom told things about me to her and her little brother which made them both to develop a liking for me.

From the day I saved her from drowning, she started to be close to me and we would always be together. I would always hold her hand and would stay close to her. I felt responsible for her. I also felt good in a way that I am able to look after her. We don’t talk much though because she is painfully shy. She doesn’t let any guy (not even her own father) near her or touch her. But she lets me touch her; she considers me special and holds me in a special spot in her heart. She always does things for me which she doesn’t do for anyone.

We sat besides each other while traveling on many occasions. A particular occasion was when we went to a water theme park. We sat besides each other and I had a sudden urge to hold her hand. I slowly started to caresses her fingers and soon I found myself playing with her hand and slipping my fingers in hers, interlocking our hands together. I just played with her hand and when I got tired of it she started stoking my hand. This continued for a very long time. When I was stroking her hand, she was like constantly starting at me passionately. I tired not to look at her face because that would be really awkward. That is the point when we acknowledged that we both are attracted towards each other. I felt guilty after a little while for acting like couple because I knew that it was wrong and moreover she was 12 for god’s sake.

Our other cousins came to know that something is cooking between us. One of my cousins teased her once about us being together and us getting married in the future. She started crying and till date I don’t know why she cried. Is it because she was shy and was broken because our relationship came to light or is it because she doesn’t like me and would never wanted to end up being with me, well I do hope to get answers to those question someday.

A year ago she and her big sister came to stay with my family for a few days (11 days to be exact) that was the luckiest time I ever had and we quite spent a lot of time together back then. I would always stay close to her, I would make space in the couch and we would lie back on the couch besides each other holding hands watching movies. I held her hand at every opportunity I got. That was the time her sister was so jealous of us being so close to each other.

She is super sensitive and possessive, when I took her sister on a bike ride. She got really mad at me and didn’t talk to me and didn’t let me touch her for the whole day. It’s a really big thing considering the fact that she can’t be far from me when I am around her for more than few hours.

Last time when our entire sept went on vacation, I kept my distance from her. I didn’t go near her. She was like constantly around me, she stayed near me hoping that I would take her hand or would come close to her, but I didn’t. She eventually could not resist and asked my sister why I wouldn’t talk with her. I guess I was afraid of our families finding out that we are so close to each other, because we have a 7 years age gap between us and they would consider it highly inappropriate right now. But I can’t help it, whenever she is near me I am attracted towards her, I feel like taking her into my arms and cuddle with her all the time. I have this urge to take her in my arms and protect her from the cruel world. I have to tell myself from time to time to maintain a relative distance from her till she becomes 18. I would never want our relationship to end up in lust. We both have deep respect for each other and I would never ever do things which could spoil it.

This time when she came over to my place with her family, I did kept my distance from her. She was always near me. When we went to exhibition, all our family members were moving forward but when I was at the back of everyone she decided to slow down and was walking just in front of me, she was expecting me to hold her hand. But I did not; I had to tell myself that it would be awkward and uncomfortable for people around me to see myself holding her hand. After seeing the entire exhibition it was time for us to leave, at the end of it, I could not resist anymore, I grabbed her hand and held it as our fingers intertwined. She on the other hand was waiting for the opportunity and held my hand tightly. While coming back to home in the car, we seated next to each other and I held her hand there also. She slightly caressed my hand. That night after returning home, both my sister and her big sister were playing badminton outside of our home and I seated myself outside on our house steps. I invited her to sit besides me which she gracefully accepted and seated herself besides me. I then took her hand and started caressing it and after some time she went to play the badminton with my sister. When she came back after playing she sat besides me and this time she grabbed my hand and took it in her hand. Then I went to play for sometime, when I came back I placed my hand between us and she placed her hand on my palm. Oh it was soo cute and I had such a beautiful time with her. Still now I get butterflies all over my stomach when I think about it. But when holding hand if I ask her about something she gets all nervous and never replies to me properly. When I ask her something she just makes a face and says “I don’t know” like she is not able to comprehend the words coming out of my mouth. When we do get old we are gonna have a good laugh about the silly things we did together. I am sure we are going to have a great future ahead.

She is more mature than her age; I guess it is expected of her since she is a Capricorn. She understands how to behave in public. She even understands that I need to study and make my career a priority. She even visited two of my other cousin’s family (my father’s side) with my sister, even though her big sister did not go along with them. I think she knows that she have to get to know my clan members sooner or later and she has taken the first initiative by visiting them. She stayed late in each of the houses and I was really moved by her action. That was really sweet of her to do. As a Capricorn she gives high importance to family and customs and I think that is the reason she visited my family members, otherwise why would a 14 year old go to houses of people she doesn’t know.

I don’t know if things could work out between us or not, but I am sure that she holds a special spot in my heart. The famous cricketer M.S.Dhoni is 29 while his wife is 21 years old, this gives me hope that when she become 19 I would have a chance to be with her and we could end up being one of the happiest families out there.

I have many dreams and plans for us. I do understand the age gap and that she is young, but I would give time till she’s 18 or 19 and then ask her out. By that time I would have become financially sound and would be able to provide her all the things she needs. I would gladly wait for her to become mature so that she can decide whether she wants to be with me. Right now she has strong emotions towards me and I hope she stays the same and above all “us” to remain same now and forever.

(Screen) Name: Syed Idres

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