A Love Story from Class 11

Back in eleventh grade, I would see him on the school road every

day. My secret crush. A friend shared his ID. Soon,

our Instagram chats turned into hours of talking on WhatsApp. On April fourteenth,

he stood there in a maroon shirt. Exactly the man I prayed for.

We met at the park at eleven PM. It was late, dark,

and wonderfully awkward. Things got messy. I blocked him, and his friend sent videos of

my rose being crushed. But love won. We shared mehendi, rain dances,

and countless cringe-worthy, beautiful memories. Now we are long distance, but we don't