I Fell In Love The Moment I Saw You, I Don't Know Why I Let You Get Married: I'm Still Waiting

Anonymous Anonymous in Life Is Tough on 23 June, 2017

It’s been a month now since you’ve last texted me. I’ve waited for you on Facebook, I’ve waited to see you come online on Whatsapp and for the phone to ring. Is it a surprise that I’ve gone into depression now? Waiting for you. Hoping to hear your voice.

I still remember the first time I laid my eyes on you. It feels like it was only yesterday… Two years ago, when I came back home after my graduation, I saw you, wearing a burkha, crossing the road. It was your eyes. I fell in love with your eyes instantly. I noticed you going into an institute and knew that I had to join it, to see you again.

You were gorgeous. Everything about you was perfect. Even when we spoke for the first time, I couldn’t stop smiling.
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You told me your name and after class, I asked you if I could drop you home. You of course, denied, but I followed you home all the same. You gave me your number the next day. And we couldn’t stop talking since then.

Then, or well, until a month ago. Until your father forced you to marry someone else.

I hate that we became so careless and your dad caught us at the restaurant. I should have said something, to my family, to yours… but because of our religions, I kept quiet. I thought I could make something of myself and maybe then, ask proudly for your hand in marriage.

I was too late. Your father took your phone away, but I still waited for you to find a way to reach me. And you did.
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We spoke every single night till your engagement. We cried together. I thought we had promised that nothing would change after your engagement. But then that one phone call of yours, it destroyed me.

“I’m getting married tomorrow.” You said, “It’s best that you move on.” And that’s where I am right now. Waiting for almost a month now, to hear about you, or from you. 

Your number has now changed and you don’t come online on Facebook anymore. I wonder if I should wait, or maybe love at first sight really was just a fleeting, but beautiful, memory of you that I’ll ever have.