I’m a 28 years old, well settled man living in Gurgaon. I own two startups and am doing quite well financially. But no matter how much success I’ve achieved, there’s one part of my life that still feels incomplete my love story. Back in college, I met a girl I really liked. We became good friends over two years, but I could never gather the courage to tell her how I felt. We graduated and went our separate ways without ever exploring what could have been.
Two years later, I focused on building my career and launched my startup. Then one day, after almost three years, we met again at a friend’s party. My heart still felt the same. I had waited for that moment for years, hoping to one day express what I couldn’t in college. Before I could talk to her, our mutual friend came to me and said, “Her father recently passed away, and she’s going through a tough financial phase.” That hit me hard. I felt this strong urge to stand by her. So that night, I finally told her everything how I’d felt since college. She said yes.
We got into a relationship. I supported her in every way I could. Financially, I helped with everything clearing loans, paying off her father’s debts, even covering her younger sister’s college fees. In total, I gave around 17 lakhs. But I didn’t do it for appreciation I did it out of love. And this wasn’t something I did impulsively. I waited until we were three months into the relationship before offering that level of help. Eventually, I started thinking about marriage. But when I brought it up, she said, “I can’t marry you.” That shook me.
I asked why. And she told me she had known I liked her since college but never said anything. After we graduated, she got into a relationship with another guy. She got attracted, fell for him, gave him everything emotionally and physically. But in the end, he used her and left. She broke down. Said, “I knew you liked me, but I ignored you… I made the wrong choice.” Our mutual friend later confirmed everything their relationship lasted for 1.5 years, and it was serious. After her father’s death, that guy left her, and she’s been struggling since.
Now, she calls me every day. Sends endless messages. Begs me to give her another chance. I always respond with the same: “I’m busy, we’ll talk later.” But one day, I gathered the strength to say it straight “I can’t continue this relationship. Your past keeps haunting me.” She cried. She pleaded. Told me she’s not the same person anymore. The hardest truth? I still love her. But my heart just can’t accept what happened. I’ve never been in any relationship before. I waited, stayed loyal to one feeling for years. And now, I’m left wondering.
Don’t I deserve someone who chose me first? Don’t I deserve a love without regret? Or maybe. I was never meant to be the first choice.