Rush love

It started on a learning app—unexpectedly. Two shy and introverted young people met. They were both new to relationships and to love. On the first day, they had small talk. Hours passed as they chatted, and when it was time to say goodnight, the girl hesitated. She seemed worried.

The boy asked gently, “What’s wrong?”

She replied, “Before I met you, I was talking to a Filipino guy. When he saw my face, he disappeared. I'm afraid the same thing will happen with you. You’re so kind... it feels suspicious.”

The boy answered, “Don’t worry. I won’t disappear. I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up tomorrow.”

The next morning, the boy teased her a little but felt guilty, so he messaged quickly:
“Woy, I’m here. I didn’t leave, just like I promised.”

From that point, their conversations grew more comfortable. Still, the girl was unsure. She feared he’d change his mind once he saw her. So she asked if they could exchange social media.

“What app? Facebook or Instagram?” she asked.

“Wherever you like,” he replied.

“IG! I use it a lot,” she said excitedly.

The boy didn’t have an Instagram, but he created one just for her. When he saw her posts and her face, he felt... normal. Nothing changed. She was still her.

When they returned to the app to talk, she asked, “So... what did you think after seeing my face?”

He replied with a shrug emoji,
Is there something to be worried about?”

After that, the girl became more open and expressive.

On the third day, they started the day full of energy. They shared more about their lives. And by the end of the day, the girl quietly confessed she was starting to feel something more.

The boy, unsure how to respond, pretended not to understand. But the next evening, he remembered her words and realized... he felt it too. He wasn’t used to being understood by anyone, and this girl—she saw him. So he took a chance.

He said, “I like you too.”

And just like that, they became official.

On the fifth day, a new challenge appeared: strict parents.

The boy bravely told his mother. To his surprise, she simply said,
“Okay, you can have a girlfriend. But if you get hurt, don’t grieve too much. Don’t ever think of ending your life over heartbreak. I’m telling you now—it will hurt.”
The boy felt supported. The girl, on the other hand, said she’d wait for the right moment to tell her parents. The boy didn’t worry. He believed in her.

They spent their days learning how to love one another—discovering each other's love languages, figuring out how to express appreciation. It was sweet and new and fragile, like them.

But then the girl’s parents fought. She felt powerless, trying to stop them. Her world turned upside down. The boy noticed her mood shift through her messages and tried to comfort her. But she pushed him away.

He was hurt. He felt useless. That night, he messaged her anyway.

“Are you okay?”

“No,” she replied.

He wanted to make her feel better, but again, she rejected his comfort. He left it alone. He always said he never wanted her to go to sleep with a heavy heart, but that night, he felt like he wasn’t enough.
Life carried on. The girl started school. They had less time to talk. The boy, needing reassurance, grew anxious. They started noticing each other’s flaws, leading to constant fights. But somehow, they always found their way back.
Until one day, the boy confronted her, feeling that she had become cold and distant. He said it felt like she was slowly pushing him away.
The girl responded, “You need to act like a man and understand that it’s not always going to be happy.”
He reflected. And agreed to change for her.
They kept going. Still together. Still trying.
Until one evening, after class, she sent him a long message:
> "If I truly decide to end this relationship, I don’t want you to wait for me.
You deserve to live your life fully—with your family, with your own dreams.
Lately, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed—with school, with activities, with everything.
And the truth is, I’m just so tired.
I don’t want to wake up every day feeling like I have to say good morning, or wait for it from you.
I don’t want to keep you waiting.
It’s not that I’m tired of us, not at all.
But I’m tired in a way that I can’t explain, and I don’t want that exhaustion to affect you.
You’ve been so kind, and you deserve peace—not the weight I’m carrying."
The boy cried as he read it. And then he replied:
> “If you truly want to end this, then… till we meet again.
You taught me how to live.
Even if you leave me, I’ll still be the man I promised you I’d become.
I can’t say I’ll be loyal to someone who’s not around, but if you ever come back, I’ll still choose you.
I know you're tired every day.
Maybe the past me would have complained, but not now.
Loving you taught me patience, understanding.
Even just one message a day is enough. Sometimes, I text you just to let you know—I’m still here.
Don’t push yourself too hard.
Do what you love, but don’t let it drain you.
I knew love wouldn’t always be easy.
I see how distant you are, how you still don't trust me completely. But I want to be with you—through the highs and the lows.
It’s us against the world.
Yes, I moved too fast at first, but I slowed down for you.
Because I love you.”
After that, they both took time to think.
And in the end—they broke up.
It wasn’t bitter. It was for her peace of mind. They stayed friends. No blocking. No hate. No regrets. Because they tried. They really, truly tried.
They were young, and it was their first love. It didn’t last—but it taught them more than they expected.
For her: that love can be overwhelming.
For him: that you can’t make someone stay just by giving them your all.
Still, it was love. And for a while, it was beautiful.

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Jieeeee Relationships June 06, 2025 at 4:29 pm 1 0