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Hi Guys, and Girl who just friend-zoned me, Let me tell you a story about how I got friend-zoned. This was actually supposed to be a story of  how I met your mother  but due to a  series of unfortunate events , that's not how the story goes. The story begins 2-3 hours ago when I saw a story from Natalie (fake name btw! Shrijya will hate me if I use her real name) where she posted this picture. Notice that this picture has a heart, not that we could deduce anything by looking at the actual picture itself, she took the extra time to draw that heart. How could she? It was like adding fuel to a burning house, adding salt to a fresh wound. It only made me 2x times sadder. Anyways, she drew this heart and shared it with her close friends on Instagram. For a moment, I wished I wasn't one of her close friends. For a moment, I wished I never knew her at all. For a moment, I wished I was that guy in the picture. To be honest, I actually wished for a lot of things ...

For a while, I used to think falling in love was useless. I thought that at some point we would break up. We both would be left with tears. I would not be able to wake up from my bed. Spend most of my time thinking about you- about the mistakes I made. I'd keep scrolling our pictures for hours, text you a thousand times wondering when I made a mistake and think about a million different ways that I could’ve made things right. Probably, you’d feel the same except the “text you a thousand times” part. I totally made that up. I would never do that. N-cell is expensive and we both are poor - at least I am. But... back to the point of breaking up. When I think of it now. Breaking up with you wouldn't be that bad. Because at some point, I will get to fall in love with you. Think about you most of the time. I will probably start dressing nice and groom my hair.  I will look at the mirror multiple times a day and see you every time I close my eyes. I will probably feel scared t...

I don’t know when or if I will be able to tell you that I love you. Well, love is a complicated word. But what good would it do. We are miles apart. Maybe we will meet, maybe not. But, still the idea of you not being with me scares me. (It doesn’t necessary scare me per-say, but I thought it sounded romantic. I certainly would feel sad. Maybe cry? Who knows?) But no matter what, I know you’d still be there for me. Supporting me. Helping me understand myself and be there when I need you. But it wouldn’t still be the same. Would it? I have already made a mistake by not letting you know sooner. I didn’t realize I loved you until you loved someone else. I don’t regret it, but I wouldn’t exchange the thought of you being in my arms for anything else. I might for a million dollars?? Maybe?? But... that shouldn’t mean I don’t love you. I think of us being together. Raising kids and growing old together. I’ve never felt like this for a long time. Why am I ...