It all began in college during orientation when I met a charming boy who sat beside me. I had no idea how significant he would become in my life.
We started chatting, became friends, and eventually developed small crushes on each other. Things were going well until a latecomer entered the scene. I remember the way he looked at her, and deep down, I knew we didn’t stand a chance because of our religious differences. So, I stepped aside and even encouraged him to pursue her, which turned out to be the worst decision of my life.
I never expected him to move on so quickly, especially since I believed what we had was real. They started dating, but the irony? He still wanted me around as his friend, confiding in me about their relationship, which shattered me completely. When she discovered our friendship, she demanded he cut me off, and without hesitation, he did.
A year later, she transferred to another college, and just like that, he came running back to me, confessing his feelings all over again. Foolishly, I believed him-only to find out he never actually broke up with her. For an entire year, I waited, thinking he’d finally make a choice. And when he did, he chose me. But even then, his loyalty was shaky; he kept flirting with others as if it was no big deal.
I wanted our relationship to be public-why should I hide when his previous one was practically a college sensation? He agreed, and now everyone knows about us. We’ve been together for three years, but the warnings from our parents and the reality of our religious differences loom over us like a ticking time bomb. Yet, despite everything, we stubbornly choose to love each other. ~ Anonymous