Confession #459
Hey there
first time posting
I don’t even know why I’m writing this… maybe because some stories don’t really end, they just stay somewhere inside you
We met when we were in grade 11, during a university program. It wasn’t anything special at firstwe just saw each other on the first day. Just that. Nothing more.
After that, I exchanged numbers with his friend. But somehow, the person I started talking to wasn’t who I thought it was. I received a text, thinking it was his friend… but it turned out to be him. And that’s how everything started. We talked for about a week, and honestly… it felt perfect. Easy, natural, like we had known each other longer than we actually did. Then we met again on the weekend at the university. That day… we spent the whole time together. We didn’t even go to class. We just talked, laughed, stayed together like nothing else mattered. It felt real. Maybe too real, too fast.
And then… it ended.
Not in a dramatic way. Just like that we stopped. But it didn’t really stop. After some time, he came back, confessed again, and we started talking. Then again… it ended. And the strange part is, we never met again after that one day😁😊Just one real meeting, but so many conversations in between
At some point, I even texted him everything I felt told him I loved him, then I hated him, then that I wanted revenge.....bla bla🙈
It sounds crazy, I know. But I think it was just confusion… or maybe feelings I didn’t understand.
Time passed
Then one day, months later, he came back again. He told me he wanted to try again. I asked him why, how he even remembered me. And he said something like, “I realized you were real… that’s why I want you.”
We started talking again But something felt different. Sometimes I felt like he really cared. Sometimes I felt like he didn’t. Our ways of loving were different. I needed something slower, something deeper. And I don’t think he understood that.
He wanted to meet again. I wasn’t sure. I still wasn’t sure.
And then… life moved on we didn't meet we stop talking ..... We ended up in different universities Different lives(he attend at aau )
But the strange thing is, even now, out of nowhere, I remember him. No reason. No trigger. Just… him. And sometimes I feel like I want to call him, to talk to him again. But I don’t.
We were never really together. We only met once. Just once.
But somehow… it still feels like something happened.
I still talk to his friends sometimes, which makes it even harder to fully forget. It’s like a small part of him is still around, even when he’s not
And I don’t even know what I feel anymore.
Sometimes I think I loved him.
Sometimes I think I didn’t.
Sometimes I miss him.
Sometimes I feel nothing at all.
Maybe it wasn’t love.
Maybe it was just a moment.
Maybe it was just an “almost” that never got the chance to become real.
But whatever it was… it stayed
Should I talk to him again… or just let this stay as an “almost”?
Am I missing him, or just the way it felt?
What would you do if you were me?
Thats it i know its kinda boring sry 🙃
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