It was back in 2016 when we'd met through a mutual friend and hit it off from there. We both were very much attracted towards each other and started meeting frequently giving subtle signs of flirting. On one weekend, we met for lunch and ended up talking for hours.
At this point, I knew things are going to take a turn soon, and they did.
Eventually, my love for cheesecake became his, and his love for Narcos became mine. It was like the perfect binding of two individuals who filled the void in each other. Soon 2017 arrived and my rent went high which was unacceptable for me. I discussed this issue with him and we moved in together. It wasn't exactly a live-in relationship because we decided to live in the same apartment with two separate rooms. It turned out to be the best decision, we spent a lot of time together, and when we needed our privacy, we had our respective rooms to head to.
A few months later, the independent & goal-oriented girl inside me made a decision to move back to my hometown, in order to pursue higher studies. The day when I was supposed to leave was closing by and that's when it hit me. A year-long time we'd spent together building this beautiful relationship was finally coming to long distances, and here's everything that it has taught me-
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