One day, I went to my best friend Reena’s house, where she forced me to confess to my crush. After a lot of discussion, I decided to confess... but there was a condition that I would not message him, so Reena said she would do it. I said okay. Then she was typing a confession which was mine, but still lol... so basically, I confessed to my crush, and he... rejected me.
My reaction was this...
Hahahahahahahahahahaha... a loud, almost crazy laugh with my best friend, like it didn’t even matter.
Then I said to Reena, “I’m going home, bye.”
I was walking along the side of the road, and suddenly tears started falling from my eyes. My hands and feet were shaking. I didn’t even feel like walking anymore, but I kept going. My self-respect felt so hurt, like something inside me had broken. For a moment, I just wanted to disappear… I felt so weak, so tired, like I couldn’t take another step.
Somehow, I reached home. I went straight to my room and just fell onto my bed. That was the moment everything came out—I cried a lot. The emotions were mixed—anger, pain, and self-respect. It felt like there was nothing left inside me... but somehow, this feeling didn’t last forever.
After some days, my new classes started in a new college. I went to my class, and suddenly a guy walked in. He was so, so handsome. I couldn’t believe how young he looked—and he was our teacher. He was so handsome that every girl had a crush on him.
I did like him at first, but wait a minute—suddenly he pointed at me and asked a question. I was like, whattt, at least give me a moment... but I couldn’t answer him.
He scolded me in front of everyone, and I felt very embarrassed. That’s why I didn’t start to like him—I even began to hate him.
