An unavoidable void
It was the first time I felt love. It was pretty and peaceful. The circumstances made us leave each other with an unavoidable void. I tried to fill it up with every emotion possible. It was so impossible. It just grew bigger and bigger every day. It has been two years, and my heart still aches.
It started when we barely knew each other. The differences we had were kind of just another level. Somehow we managed to pass from that phase. To be honest, it wasn't that difficult for us, but for others, it was.
He was the cutest individual I would ever meet. He made a collage out of our photos the day I asked him out. He was so excited, like a cute puppy waiting for his master's appreciation ( a weird example). At the start, it was pretty burdensome for me to always keep smiling and being lovey-dovey, not because I have never been in a relationship but because I am a kind who never takes a love relationship so seriously. I was popular in my school and always had a lot of options. That may be the reason for my specific kind of behavior. On the first day, I told him to please get mature because I couldn't tolerate this kind of behavior. ( I wish I haven't done that).
Time passed. Unexpectedly he said he wanted to introduce his sister to me. That is where the problem arose. Within a week, my best-ever relationship was ended. His phone was taken away from him ( it was the only way we were in touch during lockdown). In short, we lost touch.
After a month, I saw he was online. I didn't dare to message him. I was so angry at him. Even after a month, he doesn't feel the need to text me. The nothingness which was created after he was gone got filled with anger. I thought, at least now I can forget him, but I wanted to know why he ain't texting me. I asked my friend to call him. His sister picked up the call. We found out that his phone was taken away, and he might not get it for a year.
The void in my heart filled with anger got empty again.
It's been two years since I have last talked to him and saw him. I tried to find him on social networking sites, but no use. My memories of him are slowly fading away. All I can remember is his teary eyes and the black squared frame of his glasses. Those last words he said to me on the call were, "Don't cry. We will be together forever." That call ended so our relationship. I never felt loved again. That unavoidable void took place in my heart forever.