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Coming in Terms with a Broken Heart
- Limbu Mausam
English for Professional Communication (CCCU)- year 1
Love is complex, more so distinct to each person. Whether the subject touches upon family, friends or significant other, each individual will undoubtedly have their own unique definition.
Here, I would like to share my personal experience of falling in love with a very special person.
The story began back during my time in secondary school, where I was considered as a slightly awkward and nerdy student with average grades. However, I somehow managed to be in a few rela- tionships with some wonderful people that I have still kept in contact with. Through these previous exchanges, each one has taught me a specific lesson. One taught me the difference between lust and love, the other taught me that love can be just around the corner, or even from the person who sits right behind you! Another proved to me that if you keep trying, someday, you might just finally be with the girl that you first liked from many years ago. But as sad as it may sound, we were not com- patible with each other and most certainly did not hit it off as a couple.
Even though my dating life seems grim, it most definitely was not a waste of time. I have learnt meaningful life lessons which helped me grow. In addition, with those past experiences, I thought that it would allow me to have an advantage during my next attempt at dating.
A few months into my previous relationship but so much had already happened, I was promoted into form four, started following a whole new curriculum based on my new electives, and had to uphold my duties as part of the Student Association known as “Prime”.
During early September, when school was just starting, a good friend of mine at that time told me that a girl was interested in me. For the longest time, I would always be the first to develop feelings on a girl. However, this time it was the other way around. So, this was all new to me. A few weeks went by and my mind had eventually digested the news completely. If my memory serves me right, on the twentieth of September, I had finally mustered up enough courage to confess my feelings. The conversation in a nutshell basically involved her being in disbelief that I also liked her and a game of “Hangman”, to the question “what is the name of the girl that I like?’. The most memorable part of that game was that she stated every single letter of the alphabet before it fully spelt out her name.
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