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As the world began to reopen, I felt a curious desire to meet new people. After being confined to my own space for so long, I wanted to explore and discover what and who was out there. So, I started to meet new people, and on New Year’s Eve, I had the pleasure of meeting someone who left me completely amazed. Although I wasn’t sure where this relationship would go, I knew that meeting him was a positive experience and that it was meant to happen.
I immediately got butterflies that made me happy and liberated. I wasn’t aware that I could feel that way about someone until that evening. But while I was so positive about the situation, there was some guilt and fear I felt from meeting him. And I knew that if this were to lead to something else, it could cause problems. This person is Muslim, and I am Hindu. He’s from Pakistan, and I am from India. Our families and religions are completely different.
It would be a weird and interesting mix. However, the differences didn’t just lie there. They also moved deeper into how we were shaped as people. He had both parents and siblings and a supportive family. He was succeeding in life and had a solid career. And who was I? I struggled with my career, and the pandemic was not helping. I struggled with family, I grew up in a single-family household.
I was definitely out of his league, right?
But, as we spent a lot of time together, I also started to get my life together. I was spending time in the gym. I was working on reconstructing my career. And I was working on my glow-up. I truly fell in love. But none of that would even matter. Because this man was someone who couldn’t stand up to his family and their decisions. He made promises for marriage and building a life together. He gave in to the family and their old-school demands. I spent a significant amount of time in the dark falling in love with someone who was looking at possible arranged marriage proposals.
I guess I should have known when so many differences exist. I could never have the one person I fell in love with. It seemed like it was too good to be true. What a failed love story. Today, he’s not a part of my life. But I have a career I love. I am healthier than I once was. And I continue to improve my health. I am travelling a lot more. I have improved my finances. And I am spending more time finding the things that make me happy as I heal from the relationship. So, I guess the relationship, even though failed, was worth something.
