The Girl Who Dreamed and Loved Silently

She was a simple girl from the hills of Himachal, filled with dreams that touched the clouds—dreams of studying more, becoming something big, going places, and writing her own story. But life doesn’t always follow dreams. Her health became a hurdle, and the weight of financial problems pushed her dreams further away. When her grandmother passed away, the foundation of her life cracked. She felt lost, empty, broken, and fell into the darkness of depression. Still, she kept going. She completed her diploma in Computer Science and hoped to do B.Tech, knowing that graduation was important for her career. But life threw another challenge—her elder brother was already studying, and the family couldn’t manage both. So, she quietly dropped a year.

Then came Mohali—a city she used to hear about in her dreams, where average kids from small towns go to chase their future. She joined a six-month Java internship, hoping this would be her stepping stone. And there, she met him—Mithoon. A funny, clumsy, caring boy who made her laugh when she didn’t even remember how. Raised by two elder sisters, he had a heart filled with warmth and innocence. He wasn’t like other boys. He didn’t pretend. He didn’t play cool. He was real—childish at times, but loving like no one else. Slowly, unknowingly, she started getting attached. They danced, played, shared food, shared stories, sang songs—even if she didn’t understand most of his Punjabi lyrics, being from a Hindi medium background, she still tried to vibe with it. He made her feel special without even trying.

But life was already complicated for her. She was in a situationship—a bond that had no name but had enough weight to keep her confused. She wanted to leave that connection, but she didn’t know how. And in the middle of that emotional mess, her heart started choosing Mithoon. That scared her. It made her cry silently at night. She told her friend once, crying with heavy tears, “I don’t want this, I want Mithoon... he’s the one.” But the words never reached him. He never knew the story from her side. He never saw her pain, her confusion, her helplessness.

Maybe he noticed her stuck between two feelings, maybe he misunderstood, maybe he thought she was playing with emotions, or maybe he felt betrayed. Whatever the reason was, he disappeared. No call. No text. No goodbye. Just gone. Blocked her. Muted her. Changed his number. As if she never existed. She was left staring at her screen, reading old messages, replaying old voice notes, holding back tears that had no one to fall for. The day he left, she broke. Not just because he left, but because he never asked what she was going through. He never waited to hear her side. He never gave her the chance to explain that she was already leaving the past behind—for him.

Time passed. Her life became heavier. An accident shook her body. Her father became paralyzed. Her home became a hospital. But still, she remembered him. Every birthday, she prayed for him. Every night, she thought of him. When he finally went abroad—a dream he once shared with her—she smiled with tears in her eyes. She even posted a mutual story wishing him a happy journey, and whispered to herself, “You did it, Mithoon.” That happiness wasn’t fake; it was honest. Even if he forgot her, she celebrated his success.

She wanted to message him so many times, to tell him everything—to cry, to scream, to say sorry, to say she loved him. But fear stopped her. What if he ignored again? What if he hated her now? What if he never cared at all? So, she deleted her social media, hoping the pain would fade. Forty-five days later, she logged in again, just to check… and there it was. A request. From him. Mithoon. Her heart skipped a beat. Her hands shivered. So many emotions returned all at once. She wanted to accept it, wanted to talk, to explain, to hug, to cry. But her courage failed. Her energy was drained. She couldn't do it. She sat with the phone in hand, looking at his profile, wondering if he ever missed her the way she missed him.

Now, everything is changed. New days. New responsibilities. But some feelings remain. Her love for him is quiet now, but deep. Stronger than she ever showed. She doesn’t expect anything from him anymore—maybe not even a reply. She just wishes he knew the truth. That she loved him honestly. That she wanted him. That she never chose anyone over him—life just confused her, pushed her, trapped her. He was her comfort, her dream, her escape. But maybe she came into his life at the wrong time.

Even now, she prays. Not for them to reunite, but for him to be happy. Safe. Loved. She hopes he finds someone who understands him, the way she once did. Someone who laughs at his jokes, gets annoyed at his laziness, but still chooses him every single day.

She lives on. Stronger now. A little more broken. A little more quiet. But still with that soft corner in her heart, where Mithoon still lives. She doesn’t tell this to anyone. It’s her secret story. Her silent love. A chapter that never ended. A message that was never sent. A goodbye that was never said.