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Sweet 17

Posted on : 18-05-2013 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story



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.


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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