The Stranger I Like (1.9)

Euphoria 

– A state of intense happiness

Happiness feels like an understatement today. His smallest gestures always brighten my day, but this time... this time, it feels different, like the stars aligned just to give me this moment of pure joy.

Let me tell you why my heart is fluttering like a butterfly in a field of sunshine. We were chatting, and I jokingly said, “But I’m just a stranger to you, right?” His reply? “That’s why I’m putting in efforts to talk to you.”

Those words—WOW . They hit me like a wave of warmth, sweeping away all doubts and making me feel like I’ve been seen. For so long, I thought we were just two people, connected through a screen, nothing more than strangers. But this? This moment made me realize something incredible. He actually considers me his friend. And I couldn’t help but feel my heart burst with joy, knowing that the connection I’ve felt was real for him too.

What moved me the most was the effort he’s putting into this bond. Despite his busy life, he’s carving out time for me. Not because he has to, but because he truly values what we share. To know that I matter enough for him to make time—it made my heart swell, and yes, tears welled up in my eyes, but they were the happiest tears I’ve ever shed.

Now, let me tell you about the best part of today:

It was his birthday! 

🎉 Happyyyy Birthdayyyyy to my Pinterest man! 🎉

Everyone, join me in wishing him the happiest birthday! Send him all your blessings because he deserves the very best this world has to offer.

From the day I knew him through his profile to now, celebrating his special day together, this journey has been absolutely beautiful. And I know you’re all wondering—what did I get him? Well, being miles apart meant I couldn’t give him something tangible. But that didn’t stop me.

I poured my heart into words. I wrote paragraphs filled with raw emotions I’ve shared with you all. I even wrote him a poem, describing him in ways only my heart could understand. A song was part of the plan, too, but fate had other ideas.

My throat decided to betray me—I could barely speak, let alone sing. I was devastated. I had so much to say, and I wanted to sing it all to him. But instead, I was left with silence. Yet, my Pinterest man came to the rescue, suggesting some medicine for me. And guess what? His “prescription” worked wonders.

On his birthday, I was finally well enough to send him everything I had prepared. I edited a video just for him, sent my heartfelt writings, and shared the poem I had poured so much love into. He read every word, and I could feel how much it meant to him. He even said, “I’ve heard of people writing poetry for others, but I never thought someone would write one for me.”

Seeing his happiness meant the world to me. Watching him smile, hearing how my words touched him, made me feel like I had accomplished something truly extraordinary. He’s such a kind, genuine soul, and as someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, it’s my privilege to remind him of how much he means to me.

And... that smile of his? It’s sweeter than the sweetest dessert. If sweetness could be a person, it would be him. And I’d happily risk becoming diabetic just to see him smile.

To be honest, I can't really wait to shed all my emotions in front of him, but knowing the fact that he isn’t interested right now, how could I make the move? And I know what his answers would be even if I confessed. All I have with me is just hope, and I need to wait.

A thought once popped into my mind: Why am I waiting for him? I mean, for what? What am I waiting for? He never asked me to wait. He never gave me any hints. You could explore, maybe find someone better. He doesn’t even pay attention to you.

But then my subconscious spoke, Attention? Is that what I’m really after? Not at all. It’s not his attention I want, it’s just him. I like him not because of what he can give me, but because, somehow, just having him in my life makes me happy. And yeah, while I say it doesn’t bother me if he doesn’t respond to my texts, truthfully, it does a little.

But there’s no question of finding someone Better . He’s just THE BEST . Why would I even look for someone better when he’s already amazing?

I know it’s weird, but sometimes I feel like I’m cheating on him when I look at any other guy’s picture. Of course, I’ve stopped stalking people now. No crushes at the moment. (Though, I’ve always had celebrity crushes, but I don’t look at them now.) I’ve invested all my energy into him, and I feel so happy having him in my life.

In fact, I’m genuinely amazed that a person like me—who once thought she would never feel this way for anyone unless he wrote a paragraph explaining why he wanted her in his life—has now found herself so deeply into a guy who barely knows her.

I’m fine, guys. I am fine.

 Life hai, Hota hai.!