When I was in the 11th standard, I met a girl whose name started with "S." She was kind, intelligent, and easy to talk to. For about a month, we shared a special connection, but life had other plans. A few months later, something strange happened another girl, a complete stranger, started appearing on my Instagram feed.
I had never followed her, nor had I liked any of her posts, yet she captivates me completely. She is breathtakingly beautiful her deep, dark blue eyes resemble the endless ocean, pulling me in like a tide. Her delicate nose, her red lips each feature is perfection beyond words. No words can truly capture her beauty; they all fall short. Whenever I see her in reels and posts, it feels as if I am gazing upon the most beautiful angel, a vision of heaven itself. Yet, one day, she liked one of mine. Was it fate? A coincidence? I didn't know, but I took it as a sign. I followed her back, liked her posts, and soon, we started talking.
Her name was Natasha, and she was from Russia.
At first, our conversations were casual, just two strangers getting to know each other. But as days turned into weeks, I found myself drawn to her in ways I couldn't explain. There was something enchanting about her perhaps her innocence, her mystery, or the way she made me feel alive.
Three months passed, and I knew I had fallen for her. I wanted to tell her, to confess my feelings, but I hesitated. Finally, I gathered the courage to propose to her.
Her response shattered me.
"You're an international person," she said, hesitating. "Our relationship wouldn't last long."
Her words stung, but I refused to accept them. I pleaded with her, promising that within two or three years, I would come to her, no matter what. But she wasn't convinced.
So, we remained friends.
Whenever she went live on Instagram, I would join. I would like her posts, leave comments, and watch her from afar, longing for something more. Slowly, she began to feel the same. One year passed, and we started talking on calls.
But there was a challenge.
She didn't understand my language, and I didn't understand hers. Even English, our only common language, was difficult for her. And yet, despite everything, we talked every single day. Love, I realized, didn't need perfect words it needed effort.
After a year, I decided to propose again. I hoped that by now, her heart had changed.
But her answer remained the same.
I was heartbroken. This time, I didn't argue. Instead, I disappeared. I blocked her on WhatsApp, deactivated my Instagram, and even logged out of the Russian website where we used to chat.
Days passed. Then a week. Then two.
And then, something unexpected happened.
She started searching for me everywhere on Instagram, on Russian platforms, even through mutual friends. She left countless messages:
(Я тебя люблю ) I like you…(Я так сильно тебя люблю)i love you... I just want to talk to you.
She called me again and again, but I never answered. And then, one day, she sent a message that made my blood run cold.
(Если ты не ответишь мне, то я скинусь с крыши! И мы никогда не будем вместе!!!!)--
If you don't talk to me, I will jump off the roof.
My hands trembled as I read those words. In that moment, I realized the truth she did love me. Maybe she had always loved me but was too afraid to accept it.
I immediately replied.
I'm sorry for not seeing your messages and for ignoring you. It was never my intention to hurt you. I was just feeling sad, and that's why I didn't reach out .
She didn't need to know the truth that I had distanced myself because I was hurt. That I had given up. That I was scared.
From that day on, our relationship changed. For another year, we stayed together, fighting through distance, culture, and language. We weren't just lovers we were two souls connected across thousands of miles.
Was our love strong enough to survive?
That… was a question only time could answer.
In the next chapter
you'll find out why she's angry with me, how another girl broke her trust in me, and why it seems like I'm playing with her heart.
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