I had just entered college. It was the first time I was having a legit conversation with any guy after studying in a convent school. I wanted a boyfriend, could even say I was desperate.

So, I said yes to the first guy who approached me. But I was clear with him. I told him that it would be just a fling, a relationship that is not going to end in a marriage. He agreed to it. As I spent more time with him, I realised we actually had so much in common. He was sweet, caring and affectionate. As each day passed I realised I was falling for him. Falling deeply in love.

That was not something I had planned. I wanted to change the agreement we had initially made. But it was too late. We got into a fight and he said he was not willing to compromise his principles just for a fling. We broke up mutually.

I had never confessed my true feelings for him. I let him go just like that. Too scared to come to terms with my own deep feelings. And when I see him now, I still can't seem to get over the love I had for a boy I thought I was messing with.

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