Honeymoon period

I think it's time to put the worst 5 years of my 26 years to paper. This is not for cathartic purposes. No, I don't need catharsis. I have dealt with this healthily and moved on. But memory can be fickle and may not serve me indefinitely and I would like to chronicle this if nothing else. There are these mistakes that will always define who you are and this certainly changed me.

It starts out as all romances at 18 do - with copious amounts of coffee, stolen looks, late night movies and even later night texts, fluttering eyelashes and fluttering hearts. He was the college friend of a school friend and I was not interested till much later. When I did get interested it was out of a long boring summer and the craving for something new. We texted and had coffee, we watched movies and drank alcohol and as always I fell in love. 

6 months into all of this, I lay dreamlessly asleep in my paying guest accommodation. The storm was yet to break. 

My phone rings in the wee hours of the morning to the time of some romantic song that absolutely deigned our relationship and thereby had the honour of being my caller tune for only him. A girl jogs me out of my sleep with a ruthless question - "Are you Godara's girlfriend?". I say yes. She says she is also.