"To love is not just to find someone who completes you, but to embrace them even in their differences." In My Lady in Green, a shy young boy transfers to a new school, struggling to navigate the unfamiliar world around him. But amidst the icy grip of winter, warmth finds him in the form of an energetic, free-spirited girl who turns his quiet world upside down. As their bond deepens, love begins to bloom like the first signs of spring. Yet, love is not always simple—clashing personalities and unspoken fears threaten to pull them apart. Can they learn that true love is not about changing for each other, but accepting each other as they are? Or will their differences become the winter that freezes their hearts?
She left a month later. Before that we met a couple of times. She hugged me a day before her departure but there was nothing I could do to stop her. She always had a sense of her ambitious, while I didn't know what I wanted to do.
After she left for London, the first few weeks, were fine. We would still talk, chat and shared our little moments together.
We texted every day. Called each other whenever we could. She sent me pictures of her new surroundings, telling me about the cold weather, the different culture, the exciting new experiences.
I told her about home about my life, about our friends, about how much I missed her.
For a while, it felt like we were managing.
But slowly, things started to change. The texts became shorter. And often times she would just ignore my messages. She would make excuses that she was busy.
I understood her situation and despite my own struggles regarding my career. As I begun to shift in between universities and covid hit. Things really started to run off.
At first, I told myself it was just because she was busy. New place, new responsibilities—it made sense.
But then, I started seeing her online, chatting with others. No offence, but I did occasionally searched her profile just to check if she was okay.
While she seemed to me active around her new circle of friends my messages remained unanswered.
I didn't say anything. Because I was a loyal boyfriend.
Frankly, I didn't want to seem needy or insecure. But I felt it.
I felt myself becoming an afterthought in her life.
Still, I waited.
I waited for her to call, to say, "I miss you."
But those words never came. And I started to have a bad feeling about this. Call this my instincts or intuition.
After all , I am a writer and I see things beyond what it seems to regular guys.