[Short Description : A story of choices made too late.From an unseen connection during board exams to a comfortable relationship, then a new bond in college that slowly changed everything. In trying to follow his heart, he ends up losing both love and trust. This is not a story about betrayal alone—but about immaturity, confusion, and how one decision can leave you standing alone, learning the hardest lesson of love.]
I was in class twelve when it all began, during the days when life felt like a countdown to final exams. My world revolved around books, pressure, and expectations. That was also the time I started talking to a girl I barely knew.
I didn’t know her name.
I hadn’t seen her photo.
The only thing I knew was that she had seen me once at coaching.
We didn’t talk much. I was busy preparing for my board exams, and she was the one who always reminded me to focus. Whenever our conversations stretched a little, she would say, “Go study.” At that time, I thought care sounded like that—simple, quiet concern.
After the exams were over, everything changed. We finally had time. Our conversations became longer, deeper. We shared our days, our thoughts, our worries. Slowly, without any dramatic moment, intimacy grew between us. And before I realized it, we were in a relationship.
For six or seven months, everything felt fine. Stable. I thought I had something real—something safe.
Then college started.
On the very first day, I noticed another girl. I didn’t think much of it. I never imagined that she would matter to me in any way. But life has a habit of pulling people closer when you least expect it.
About a month later, we started talking. It began casually, then turned into friendship. We played carrom together, spent hours chatting, and slowly began sharing everything. She trusted me with her thoughts, her emotions, her stories. And without realizing it, I started drifting away from the person who had once cared for me the most.
I began ignoring my girlfriend—not suddenly, not openly, but little by little. I told myself I was confused. In reality, I was falling in love with someone else.
Eventually, I made a decision that changed everything. I ended my relationship by saying, “I’ve lost interest.” I didn’t explain. I didn’t fight for what we had. I just walked away.
After that, I gathered the courage to confess my feelings to the girl from college—the one I believed I loved. She listened quietly, and then she told me the truth.
She loved someone else.
They weren’t in a relationship, but her heart already belonged to him. Completely.
In that moment, I lost more than I could understand. I had already lost the girl who stood by me during my exams. And now, I lost the girl I dreamed of being with.
Emotionally broken, I started distancing myself from both of them. First, I talked less. Then almost nothing. And after some time, I disappeared completely.
Since then, no one has entered my life.
Not because I don’t feel love anymore—but because I learned how easily people can be lost. Some are lost because they leave. Some are lost because we let them go. And some are lost because of the choices we make.
This is not a story about fate.
This is a story about my mistakes.
This is how I lost everyone.
