He Was My Lullaby,
I Was His Alarm.....
I Was His Alarm.....
We met during the initial days after I came here, when everything around me was still unfamiliar and unsettled. In that space of newness, two souls found each other, both silently craving attention, warmth, and understanding. He was alone in his own quiet way, and I was alone too, even though I was surrounded by many people.
We started talking, slowly at first, then effortlessly. He listened to me with patience, and I stayed whenever he needed someone. Without realizing it, we became comfort to each other.
One night, slightly drunk, he told me that he loved me. I was almost certain that the words were carried by alcohol flowing through his nerves, yet they felt gentle and soothing, like something my heart had not heard in years. The next day, curiosity pushed me to ask him about it. He looked at me with honesty and said that even though he was drunk, he had all his senses, and that he wanted me to be with him. He said it might be for a few days or maybe for a few months, but what mattered to him was that he wanted me close.
I agreed without thinking twice, because somewhere deep inside, I liked him not just for how he made me feel, but for who he was as a person. Days and nights began to pass in endless conversations. Even though our connection started on this site, he never wanted me to return back here, and he promised the same with sincerity.
Over time, I became his alarm that woke him up every morning, and he became my lullaby that calmed me down every night. Our days were filled with love, care, and a quiet craving for each other’s presence. Like every relationship, we made promises. We promised to stay in touch even if a time came when we had to part. We promised that even if we could not be together always, and even if we did not remain lovers forever, I would always hold a special place in him that no one else could replace.
The days we spent together felt magical, but magic never lasts forever, and neither did our relationship. A small misunderstanding slowly created distance between us. I was not ready to hear him, and he was not ready to convince me. Silence took over where understanding should have stayed.
After a few days, when I began missing his presence deeply and painfully, I reached out to him, not to reopen old wounds but simply to know how he was doing. However, the conversation slowly returned to the misunderstanding. I questioned him, asking why he always said he told me everything yet had not told me about that. He replied that he had told me many times, and asked if I did not remember. He said he had spoken about the same person when we had just started our relationship.
The name I knew was different, and I could not understand how both could be the same person. He explained that it was her alternate name, an old nickname. In that moment, I felt shattered. I had known about her from the very beginning, yet I did not wait to seek clarity before blaming him. By the time I realized my mistake, it was already too late.
By then, we had built a thick wall between us, one that neither of us could break through to return to what we once were. Our relationship lasted only a month, but it remained one of the most beautiful memories of my life.
Yet, he never broke his promises. He stayed true to his word and stayed in my life. Today, he is my best buddy, maybe even my mentor, and the only genuinely good friend I found from this place. I truly hope that our friendship lasts forever in this form, strong, honest, and peaceful.
Some connections are not meant to last as love, but they come to teach us growth, understanding, and maturity. Not every story ends the way our hearts expect, but sometimes they end the way our souls need.
We started talking, slowly at first, then effortlessly. He listened to me with patience, and I stayed whenever he needed someone. Without realizing it, we became comfort to each other.
One night, slightly drunk, he told me that he loved me. I was almost certain that the words were carried by alcohol flowing through his nerves, yet they felt gentle and soothing, like something my heart had not heard in years. The next day, curiosity pushed me to ask him about it. He looked at me with honesty and said that even though he was drunk, he had all his senses, and that he wanted me to be with him. He said it might be for a few days or maybe for a few months, but what mattered to him was that he wanted me close.
I agreed without thinking twice, because somewhere deep inside, I liked him not just for how he made me feel, but for who he was as a person. Days and nights began to pass in endless conversations. Even though our connection started on this site, he never wanted me to return back here, and he promised the same with sincerity.
Over time, I became his alarm that woke him up every morning, and he became my lullaby that calmed me down every night. Our days were filled with love, care, and a quiet craving for each other’s presence. Like every relationship, we made promises. We promised to stay in touch even if a time came when we had to part. We promised that even if we could not be together always, and even if we did not remain lovers forever, I would always hold a special place in him that no one else could replace.
The days we spent together felt magical, but magic never lasts forever, and neither did our relationship. A small misunderstanding slowly created distance between us. I was not ready to hear him, and he was not ready to convince me. Silence took over where understanding should have stayed.
After a few days, when I began missing his presence deeply and painfully, I reached out to him, not to reopen old wounds but simply to know how he was doing. However, the conversation slowly returned to the misunderstanding. I questioned him, asking why he always said he told me everything yet had not told me about that. He replied that he had told me many times, and asked if I did not remember. He said he had spoken about the same person when we had just started our relationship.
The name I knew was different, and I could not understand how both could be the same person. He explained that it was her alternate name, an old nickname. In that moment, I felt shattered. I had known about her from the very beginning, yet I did not wait to seek clarity before blaming him. By the time I realized my mistake, it was already too late.
By then, we had built a thick wall between us, one that neither of us could break through to return to what we once were. Our relationship lasted only a month, but it remained one of the most beautiful memories of my life.
Yet, he never broke his promises. He stayed true to his word and stayed in my life. Today, he is my best buddy, maybe even my mentor, and the only genuinely good friend I found from this place. I truly hope that our friendship lasts forever in this form, strong, honest, and peaceful.
Some connections are not meant to last as love, but they come to teach us growth, understanding, and maturity. Not every story ends the way our hearts expect, but sometimes they end the way our souls need.
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