The Beginning: A Chance Encounter in Rajshahi
I met her while taking the Rajshahi admission exam. She was sitting alone, away from everyone, with no one on her left or right. I took a seat on the bench in front of her and smiled at her. From that moment, our connection began. The three days I spent in Rajshahi became the most memorable days of my life.
On the third day, I proposed to her, albeit on a trial basis, and she agreed. That moment captured my heart. A girl willing to stand beside an unemployed man, believing in building a future together, showed a rare kind of nobility. Everything between us felt beautiful, and the amusing part was that we both suffered from panic attacks (BPD).
The Shift: A Relationship Turned Toxic
As time passed, distance and my own ego made our relationship toxic. The long-distance aspect was the biggest challenge. She often told me that my ego outweighed my love—99% ego and only 1% love, in her view. Maybe that was her perspective. From my side, she was always present in my imagination.
Months have passed since we lost contact. She blocked me, yet not a single day has gone by without me checking her social media.
Struggles and Differences
I am currently a second-year honors student at National University. Even during our relationship, I was not unemployed. Alhamdulillah, I was doing part-time jobs alongside my studies.
However, she had one concern—my future. She worried that if she received a good marriage proposal before I became established, her father would marry her off. Another issue that hurt me was her disapproval of my education at National University. She believed I would not go far because I didn’t attend a private university, despite knowing that my father was ill and I was my parents’ child first.
The Unanswered Question: Why Can’t I Forget Her?
Despite everything, I still can’t forget her. Time has moved forward, but my thoughts remain with her. Why is it that even after so long, she still occupies my mind?
Through all of this, life has taught me one thing—if love is pure, then three days of love can feel like three thousand years.