I never expected it to happen so suddenly. One ordinary afternoon, while scrolling through my social media feed, I see his friend request. My heart skips a beat. I don't know why—I barely know him—but something about him pulls me in, something I can't explain.
His name is Aditya, and for some reason, accepting his request feels like the most natural thing in the world. The moment I click "accept," I feel an odd thrill. Why am I so nervous? I wonder.
Almost immediately, he sends a message.
"Hey! I think we've seen each other around school, right?"
I bite my lip, staring at the screen. My fingers tremble slightly as I type back:
"Yeah… I think so. How are you?"
And just like that, a conversation begins—innocent at first, but electric. His words flow effortlessly. There's a warmth in the way he talks, a softness beneath his confidence, and I catch myself smiling at the little things he says.
Over the next few days, I notice my heart reacting differently than ever before. It's not just curiosity anymore. It's excitement, anticipation, a strange flutter that makes my chest feel alive. And the thought hits me slowly, almost frighteningly: I think I'm… crushing on him.
One evening, after a long chat about our favorite books, he writes:
"You're… different. I like that about you."
My breath catches. My cheeks burn. He likes me? Really? I stare at the screen for a long moment, heart hammering. Then I type, almost automatically:
"I like you too."
The moment I send it, a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration washes over me. What have I done? I barely know him, and yet… everything about him feels like home.
We start talking every day—endless messages, occasional calls, laughter that spills over into our real lives. Each conversation brings me closer, like I'm discovering a secret part of myself I never knew existed.
The first time he calls, I almost drop my phone. His voice is calm, gentle, but it carries a weight I can't describe. It's intimate, like he's speaking directly to a part of me that no one else knows.
"Hey," he says softly.
"Hi," I whisper, barely able to meet the sound of his words.
"Are you… nervous?"
I bite my lip. "A little… okay, a lot."
He laughs, a low, comforting sound that makes my chest ache in the best way. "Don't worry. You don't have to be nervous. I just wanted to hear your voice."
And that's when it hits me—I already care about him. More than I expected. More than I can explain.
Days turn into weeks, and our bond grows. I realize I've been waiting for this—someone who makes my heart race while feeling completely safe. Someone whose presence alone is enough to make me feel alive.
Finally, February 19 arrives. My heart pounds as I see his name pop up on my phone.
"Can I meet you after school? I… I have something to ask."
I nod to myself, barely able to breathe. We meet in the school garden, sunlight glinting off the leaves, casting shadows across his smiling face. He looks at me, eyes intense, serious.
"I like you," he says, voice steady, though I can see the nervous flicker in his hands. "I've liked you from the moment we started talking. Will you… be mine?"
My heart leaps. My lips tremble as I whisper, "Yes."
It feels surreal. Three hours later, after catching my breath and replaying every word in my mind, I feel a certainty I've never felt before: this is it. This is what I've been waiting for.
Our love begins quietly, yet intensely. There's a magnetic pull between us, a connection that feels like destiny. We talk openly about everything—school, dreams, life, fears. I've never shared so much with anyone, yet it feels natural, effortless.
Even now, I can feel the first sparks of something deeper—the kind of desire that makes every glance linger, every brush of hands electric. I don't fully understand it yet. I'm sixteen, innocent, still learning what love truly means—but with him, I feel it in its purest, most thrilling form.
And in that moment, I realize something: I've finally found my type.