What This Isn’t
- Not a sob story. Not a “look at me, I’m a victim” post.
- Not an attempt to make anyone look bad (if by some miracle, N ever reads this: no hard feelings. Really).
Should You Read This Infirst?
Maybe you’ll see yourself in these lines, or maybe you’ll just laugh at how overdramatic undergrad feelings can get.
Either way, this is just me, being honest, trying to make sense of the past—and moving forward, lesson by lesson.
If you’re here for closure, good luck. If you’re here for a story, well, thanks for reading this.
And if you’re here doing deep research on me, I hope this helps fill in the gaps. (But don’t worry, I’m more harmless than I look.)
The Story of N (And What I Learned When It Ended)
Let’s take a trip back—a few years, a few versions of me ago. This isn’t a fairy tale or some Bollywood love story with violins and rainy windowpanes. This is just… real life, messy and unfiltered. So, here’s the story of N..
How We Met
It didn’t start at some wild college fest or random party. We met the way a lot of real, lasting connections happen: by starting a blog together.
Picture two people who barely knew each other, suddenly brainstorming ideas, arguing about blog names, and debating whether anyone would actually read what we wrote.
N was sharp, funny, a little chaotic (in the best way), and way better at organizing than me.
What started as “let’s just publish a post or two and see what happens” quickly turned into calls, endless edits, inside jokes, and conversations about anything and everything—but rarely about the blog itself.
What We Had
Looking back, I don’t even know if I’d label it as something.”
We were friends, confidants, sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on which semester it was or how badly we’d screwed up our life.
We’d talk for hours, send memes, fight about nothing, and then patch up because honestly, college is too short to hold grudges.
Where It Went Wrong
But here’s the thing about undergrad life (and maybe, about me):
Everything changes fast.
People grow, drift, get busy, make mistakes, say the wrong thing at the wrong time—or just never say what matters.
N and I… we lost sync. There was no one big, dramatic fight. No villain, no tragic goodbye under a lamppost. It was small things.
Messages that went unanswered a little longer. Calls that felt more awkward.
Maybe she changed. Maybe I did. Maybe it was both.
I wish I could say I handled it with grace. The truth?
I was confused, a little bitter, maybe even jealous when someone seemed happy with new friends.
For a while, I tried to win her back. Sent those classic “just checking in” texts. Overthought every emoji. Stalked her stories.
But sometimes, things end without closure.
And that’s the hardest lesson.
What I Learned
- You can’t control how people feel about you. No matter how much you care, sometimes you’re just not on the same page anymore. And that’s okay.
- Closure is a myth. Real life doesn’t give you a perfect ending or a life-changing monologue. Sometimes you just have to move on, unanswered questions and all.
- Feelings fade—and then you remember why you liked yourself before. these things sucks, but it also makes you rebuild. You remember the friends you ignored, the hobbies you dropped, the person you were before everything got tangled.
- Every story shapes you. N was an important chapter, not my whole book. I learned to appreciate what was, let go of what couldn’t be, and carry the good memories instead of regrets.
- Don’t stalk your ex on social media. Seriously.
Pulket (Pulkit Aggarwal)