Just a 26 day relationship…day 20 we kissed and day 26 he broke up…
we both are 18
I should hate him. God knows I have every reason to. But my body doesn’t seem to care what my brain already knows.
We weren’t supposed to happen. It started in secret — talking through Pinterest, hiding everything from our families, meeting only during tuition hours. A few shared glances. A brush of his hand across mine as we sat next to each other. Small things that somehow set my entire world on fire.
And when we finally kissed… it was like I forgot how to breathe. He kissed me like he meant it. Like I was something he couldn’t resist. One kiss turned into many — and each time, it got deeper, hungrier, more intoxicating. We had to be careful, but that only made it more intense. The risk made everything feel more real.
He made me feel wanted. Not just in a teenage-crush way, but in the kind of way that makes your heart race and your skin ache when he’s not around. I thought we were falling in love. I truly believed it.
But the entire time, he was using me to get over his ex. And when she gave him attention again? He dropped me. No warning. No honesty. Just a pathetic excuse — “I’m going to Australia for college” — as if that would justify everything.
It was a lie. He’s not going anywhere. He didn’t even get into a proper university. He’s staying here, in India, at some low-tier private college. The whole “going abroad” story was just his way out — his way of making me think the breakup wasn’t personal
But it was personal. Because I wasn’t his future. I was his rebound.
Even the teachers at tuition noticed us. One of them actually said I could do better. I laughed it off at the time, too high on him to care. But now? I get it. They all saw what I didn’t — that I was falling for someone who never really saw me.
And the worst part? I still want him.
I hate myself for it, but I crave that kiss. The way he grabbed my hand, the way his voice dropped when he said my name, the way he made me feel like we were the only two people in the world. My mind knows it was fake. But my lips still remember him like he belonged there.
I tried to move on. I even confessed feelings to another guy I work with. He gently rejected me — he’s in a long-term relationship, and now things between us are awkward. That rejection made the whole situation even worse. Now I just feel like a fool with too many feelings and nowhere to put them.
I don’t want him back. Not really. I want the version of him he pretended to be.
I don’t even know what I’m hoping for by writing this. Maybe I just needed to say it: I was used, lied to, and thrown away —
TL;DR i hate him