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Why do I still think about it.

Two years ago back in 2024, I met this person, in a situation where he stood out without even trying much, all the people there were absolutely shit and he was the only person who approached me with just one line, "Is lavender your favourite colour?" That's because I was wearing Lavender clips, I was relieved when he approached me because others were just weird and he was the only sane decent person. We talked after that, I told him no lavender isn't my favourite, it's rose gold and he said ohh at least you didn't say pink and we had a full blown light hearted conversation about how pink is associated with the female gender and why it shouldn't be.

It was such a pretty night.

We talked about many miscellaneous things that night but I barely remember any, all I remember is the warmth it brought me, when I was leaving I told him he'll never get to see me again, because I wasn't very pleased with that place and wasn't planning to return at any cost. But he said, you can try leaving, but I don't give up on the things that I cherish. Spoiler alert he is going to prove himself wrong soon.

God knows I am still not over that one night.

Next day we somehow met again, talked again, gradually I started being at that place only for him, just for him, but one day I told him I just hate this place so much that I can't keep up.

He said it's okay, he understands my perspective and overnight we shifted somewhere else, better place, to me that new place was also just about him I had no connections with anyone else there he was the only person I knew there, meanwhile he had many other friends or connections whatever.

Deep conversation, growing attachment, minor disagreements, lovely reassurance, everything was there.

Till date I can't identify what it was, it wasn't love and I believed it was just friendship, but just friends is the most dangerous things to be where the "just" starts to contain more importance than it should.

He was the one to put more effort all along in the beginning, he'd talk when I went silent, he knew I suffered with emotional aphasia so he was the one driving the conversations.

This was my first time being attached to somebody like this, so when he forgot my birthday, it was heartbreaking. My birthday was ruined, all day I kept waiting for his wish that didn't come, even days after when we were having our normal conversations he didn't realise that he had missed my birthday, when it got too much for me I asked him about it and he was shocked, started apologising like his life dependent on it, also he had ghosted me during my birthday so I was even more mad at him for that, I started to believe that it was all in me and not in him, we had a deep argument that night where he kept apologising while I confronted him about why he ghosted me.

That night he said and I must quote it, "I'll conquer your heart again."

I got even more mad after I heard it, because it started to look like they were all words but no action.

Things started to get better, he started to treat me better, the bond started to feel safer. But again that ghosting never stopped, randomly for a week, for days and then he'll comeback apologising, without answer only with one explanation that things weren't going good.

This one time when it got too much for me I ghosted him back, cause why not. By now it was his birthday reaching soon and I couldn't help but keep thinking about how to make it special and how to not make him feel pathetic the way he did to me on my birthday.

Days later when I returned, and opened his chat I found out he had sent me many different miscellaneous work related things like I was rough Spam chat account to store information, no where are you, no trying to reach me except two messages.

I tried to keep it light and asked him why he has been using our chat like a rough notebook and he said because he thought I was never returning.

We had a light hearted conversation that day, he was off and I was trying to fix something that I didn't even break, the day passed and two days later it was his birthday, wished him on 12, we were living far from eachother so I couldn't do much, and our dynamic wasn't pretty enough for me to do anything wonderful online either.

On the evening of his birthday we talked again he told me how he spent his birthday, we caught up on the things we missed while we were being avoidant, we had good conversations in the next two days, talked about each other's family, had good laugh and a warm conversation.

You know that calm before the storm.

After that day he never texted again, neither did I.

It ended just like that.

It started in 2024 and ended in 2024. Yet I am here in 2026 still questioning what was that and why am I still not able to move on from that, I know it wasn't romantic, it can't be. But whatever it was it's still stiched into me and it's hard to tear it apart.

I hate when they leave without answering why they left.

Maybe an answer would have helped me move past it. But people are cruel sometimes.

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u/Existing_Chapter3218 — 4 days ago

HII, AUTHOR RIYSHU HERE.

Hii, lately I've been using reddit for various purposes, and then landed on this community, joining this community wasn't the reason why I started reddit but it was an aftermath since I am a Wattpad writer myself and I wanted to see what happens here.

Observing the community for a month I've realised there have been many instances where I wanted to share my opinion or experience but I couldn't because I had an anonymous account and speaking about my personal perspective here without revealing my author identity was difficult and also unnecessary.

Because I have started to believe that readers and writers both are interacting in this community and so should I without carrying the burden of constantly hiding my penname and Wattpad persona.

And obviously being anonymous wouldn't bring anything to me, but embracing my author identity and interacting here about my books and readers would be better and actually relevant to what I am.

HERE ARE MY BOOKS, I know some people may have a different taste and might dislike a few things about what I write, especially if you don't know me already and are seeing these books for the first time you might want to call me out( for the British x Indian trope🤏🏻) But trust me there's so much more to it than whatever you can conclude through just covers.

so I'd say do not judge the books by their covers.

AND I'LL BE SHARING A LOT OF THINGS ABOUT MY WRITING AND READING HERE NOW FINALLY WITH A SIGH OF RELIEF BECAUSE I WON'T BE HIDING BEHIND AN ANONYMOUS ACCOUNT ANYMORE.

Also if any of my reader found this, I AM SORRY I'LL UPDATE SOON👽

u/Existing_Chapter3218 — 29 days ago
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One of the saddest parts of writing on Wattpad for me is the fear of just staying an underrated read for readers who will keep my book in their memories but it will never reach the other potential readers who would have loved it. It's the fear that my book will only be able to reach around 400–500k reads and then that is just how it will end. The fact that I will pour all my heart into writing the pages on my own, edit the drafts precisely so it's a better read for the reader, come up with authentic, original ideas, give my whole being to my writing, and yet in the end it will just stay an underrated read but not the book that blows up.

Don't get me wrong, 400–500k reads are also a lot, definitely, but looking around, I know that my book wouldn't be the one to be known by everyone, for people to make edits about it, for it to stay in the best rankings on Wattpad for months, for readers to start making reels about it on their influencer accounts.

I can give my all, and yet it won't be the book that blows up, that everyone knows about, that actually gets what it deserves.

I am not imposing the idea that I believe my work deserves to blow up, but I have seen my efforts, I have seen how much I am trying to do my part, but I can't help it if the algorithm isn't helping the reels to blow up, I can't help it if Wattpad doesn't get my book to the best rankings thousands of times.

There are times when I see how tremendously some books are trending, that their fans are so religiously attached to them, and I have that fear that it will never happen to me. This is coming from an author who has crossed a few milestones, had her book in the top ten many times, but that's just how it is, limited. Limited to people who will give my book a chance because they read and loved the initial chapters and couldn't stop themselves from reading further, but the rest of the audience will just never try it, they will never even give a glance to the book because it isn't that famous.

The fear is that I will always be appreciated by my readers and will be considered an underrated author, but will always be unknown to the world out there, will always be just a random author who posts on the same app where a few authors are ruling over everything.

Fear that it's just their world and I am just a part of it.

[ I am not going to give up, obviously not. If the universe made me crave that place, I will obviously make sure not to give up before I actually achieve it. I don't know how this will turn out, but I won't let my efforts go to waste. Whether it takes months or years, giving up isn't an option I will ever entertain, but yes, the fear is still very real. ]

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