It was 2018. I was 19 years old—shy, innocent, a typical padhaku baccha who rarely even looked into a girl’s eyes. I was in the second year of college when a childhood friend came to my house and told me that his neighbor was looking for a chemistry tutor for her daughter in Class 12. I used to teach some boys before, but I had never taught a girl. I hesitated, but agreed. For the first month, everything felt normal. I was focused on my teaching. But after a few sessions, she started doing strange things—subtle touches with her bare feet, lingering physical closeness. I ignored it at first, trying to stay professional. When I told my friend about it, he casually said, "Abhay, grab the opportunity. She’s probably hungry." I didn’t understand what he meant then. Then one day, out of nowhere, she looked at me and asked, "Are you gay?" I was stunned. "What? No!" I replied, confused. She giggled and later sent me gay memes on Facebook. I felt humiliated. ...
I had a 3 month relationship but even after 4 years I remained only having feelings for her. I never loved anyone else after that. So it is pretty common.
I chose to remain single ultimately.
You may meet many people, have many relationships, and marry many times but if you have someone who you have loved more than anyone else, nothing you do can change that.
You should never be made to feel like there is something wrong with you, or that you are weak, or defective, or foolish, or immature, or too emotional or sensitive.
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