1st August was my first kiss

16th August was my second and the best date till now , both of us decided to meet in the morning because her parents were not in home i agreed , but when I left my home I realised that my cycle was punctured I wasted like 20 mins on trying to get my punctured cycle fixed but it needed a new tube which costs like 200 ofc that man was trying to scam me so i left, decided to go to Nehru Park in rapido and this was the best rapido ride ever the uncle was rrly good and was speaking a lot with me during the ride it was fun

When I reached Nehru Park i was late by 30 mins and she was waiting under the hot sun for so much time and when I came the anger and shy in her eyes was sooo sweet and scary😂

we met and we both sat in the same place where I proposed her.

On God That Day she was clinging and hugging and kissing me in the cheeks so much I loved it she even played with my hair for some time and I was also being touchy and touching her hands and thighs.

That day she was using my phone and i kept her birthday as my password she opened my WhatsApp and saw that I saved her father's number as "Maamaanar" this means father in law , she saw that and playfully slapped me for the first time 🥰 😂😂😂😂😆

There was a group of kids who came to us and one of them said "Anna uk that akka was waiting for u for so much time" I was like "ik da i was late by 30 mins and I got 1 &1/2 hrs of scolding from her" she slapped me for the second time and all the kids smiled and walked away 😂😂😂

She legit made sandwich for me and my GOD THAT SANDWICH WAS PERFECT

The veggies were cut so small and perfectly especially capsicum and the amount of sauce she used was rrly perfect I enjoyed the sandwhich so much

Actually 1 day before this date I was in hospital admitted for reaccuring typhoid I left the hospital and the next day I saw her . But my body and teeths were genuinely shaking I legit 100% couldn't control the shaking she was really worried Abt me and hugged ever tighter kissed me in the cheek and I rrly felt comfortable around her

When we were leaving in the lift of the metro she should go up and go to her home i was actually taking a detour to my train station (EMU) OFC i can walk an extra 1.5km just for her . Inside the lift when the lift started moving up i kissed her too tightly that my lips can feel her teeths 🥰😂😭 I legit stopped and said "stop biting me" and she put her arm around me "shut up idiot" and pulled me close and i kissed her once again .

The lift opened and there was a woman cleaning there good thing both of us stopped kissing when the lift reached 😂

31st August in our school nearby the Pt room there's a staircase which nobody uses it connects the chemistry) bio Lab,(previous , now used as a class for tamil)dance room and counselling room

In that staircase i asked her to kiss me and she just touched my lips with hers and just stopped and ran away 😂 . We both walked back to class separately so that no teachers would have suspicion

In class i said "u call that a kiss? U r really bad" she was like "yea yea I'm not a good kisser like, but would u teach me?" I nodded and our classes continued

1st September (today)(I rrly wanted her to join in the dance for teachers day but her mom refused so i too didn't joined the dance)

After the class i was stamping her shoes when no teacher were around and i kicked her shoe to the side and she was hoping to get her shoe and I was again trying to steal her shoe😂😂 all the girls and boys saw that

Man idk why I'm typing this down but i just really wanna write these memories of my life because I have fallen in love with these memories of my teenage life 🥰

hello i’m posting on here hoping to get some insight and not feel crazy lol. i’m a 22F and i met this man about 2 years ago. Since then we have facetimed, exchanged gifts, spent hours on the phone, discussed future plans with each other etc.

for some context, we are both muslim, and we don’t do dating. so instead we normally would just do an engagement marriage process where we can get to know one another then proceed with the wedding.
for personal reasons it’s been on and off.

anywho the issue is, i can’t help but feel insecure with how much i love him? i guess i feel embarrassed because everytime we’re not doing so well, it truly feels like a heartbreak. to think about ending things with him scares me because i keep thinking ill never love anyone the way i love him. i know he feels the same and we both want a future together. yet when i express my feelings to my mom or someone else they usually seem confused because we have not met yet. i definitely understand where they are coming from in a sense. It may be because i’ve never had feelings for a man before, especially at the age of 22 lmao. who knows.. lemme know if im crazy or being too much thanks guys.

I loved someone. I loved her for years before my personal issues got between us. She was beautiful, kind, compassionate, loyal, just anything you could want in a woman. Since we split life has had its ups and downs and I’ve been trying hard to work on myself. If we ever try again I want to be the best version of myself for her.

Today during class I started sketching in my notebook. It always starts as a circle before I decide exactly what I’m doodling. Very quickly it turned into her. I remembered the way her jawline went into her chin. I remembered the distance between her chin and her lips. I remembered how her bangs split and went down the sides of her face. I remembered her cute button nose that fit perfectly on her face. I remembered her loving eyes and how they looked with her glasses. I even remembered the one dimple she had on the right side of her face. I captured her likeness very well without even looking at a photograph of her. I was impressed with myself. But I thought, “Is there anyone else I could do this with?” No. Not my mother. Not my father. Not anyone else I’ve ever loved. I could maybe draw something that kind of matched them but just not as well as this. I could only draw her with this detail without a picture.

I got to my car and I thought to myself. How beautiful is it to have known someone like that? To have looked at their face so closely and for so long to be able to remember every detail just by closing your eyes? How beautiful to imagine that in a world where photos didn’t exist, all I would need is a pen and paper to see the face of someone I love.
I sobbed. For the first time since we split, I sobbed not out of sadness, but out of gratitude and happiness and love. How beautiful to have loved someone this way. To have loved someone so much, that even if I never get a second chance with her, that love and gratitude will never die.

I will always love you.