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| Long story short.
I'm Indian. My mom got a proposal for me from this guy. I've never met him or talked to him. However, shaken up by the idea of marraige, I found him on FaceBook and told him to tell his parents he's really not interested in me, which he did.
That was in January. From then, me and him started talking pretty regularly. We flirt like crazy. He admitted to me once that if I hadn't said no, he would be very much interested in me. We've called each other. Yet, the other night I called him at 5 am (his 3 pm) to tell him to go eat some lunch (because he always skips lunch). He got off the phone with me pretty quickly (after 15 mins) telling me to go take a nap and that he will call me later, which he never did. Although, we did talk on FB. We both IM each other (first) on FB pretty much equally and the conversations are pretty equal too. So I'm not sure what to think about this!
(Clearly!) I started having hardcore feelings for the boy. He might be coming to the States to do an MBA as he applied to MIT. Which means I might be able to see him.
But at the end of the day, I'm not sure if he likes me. What do you guys think?
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| So, here I am... My head tells me I'm being stupid, but my silly, stubborn heart refuses to listen. I always gave mine and his relationship 100%. I gave it all that I had... He's Muslim, and I'm Christian. I even considered converting to Islam. He refused to even let our future children learn about my religion. I fasted with him during Ramadan and gave up pork (one of my favorite meats btw...). He ate meat in front of me when I gave up meat during lent.
His sister asked me for help writing an essay, and I rearranged my schedule for the entire week to help her, only to have him yell at me and tell me not to help her. While I'm not an irresponsible drinker, I do drink alcohol. I do not party and get trashed; instead I go out and have a cocktail with my dinner. I see nothing wrong with that. But because he does not drink and has a problem with me drinking, I gave that up as well.
He had a problem with my past. I'm a flirty girl. I do not mean to flirt wtih everything that walks. I'm just friendly, which to a lot of people comes off as being flirty. Because of that also, I have had no problem getting guys. Therefore, I have had a lot more SOs in my life than he has. He had a problem with that and asked me not to talk to any of my guy friends, because he did not "trust" me.
Sadly enough, I complied. I never went out and partied anymore with my friends. I stopped drinking. I didn't talk to any other guy than him, and that sucked because of a lot of my close friends were guys. I stopped eating pork, and bacon, sausage, ham and ribs are absolutely delicious. I even gave up my right to pass on my religion and culture to my children for him. For him, I changed 180 degrees, and yet, what did I get in return?
His decision to choose his familly over me? Him telling me he's not so sure about us anymore? And, quite honestly that hurt. That hurt incredibily. It's been four months since it's happened, and it's still killing me. I pushed him further and further away from me as possible, and yet it hurts. My nights are still filled with tears and "what if's" and "why's". All my heart seems to keep saying over and over is "you weren't good enough," even though my mind is telling me "no, it's his loss."
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| Religion. Culture. Family. These are all things that mold us into the people we are today; they define our morals, values and priorities.
In many ways, religions were created to bring people closer to God, the epitome of goodness. Yet, because of the very same religions and God, there is so much hatred in the world today. Christians vs. Jews vs. Muslims vs. Hindus.... Will this battle ever end?
Does it really matter who is right and who is wrong when peoples lives are on the line? Does it really matter what we will come across in our afterlives when we are killing innocents to get to the said afterlife? Will God really look and accept us with open hands when we were the cause of hundreds of deaths?
All the Abrahamic religions (Islam, Christianity & Judaism) preach about exuding kindness to all those surround you, yet here we are fighting each other in deadly and terrifying wars.
In the same way religion does, culture hurts us as well. Different cultures have different morals attached to it and therefore, it is always a battle of who's right and who's wrong when it comes to two cultures blending. The world suddenly becomes black and white, instead of a spectrum of colors.
Why do we open our minds so vastly only to close them? Why can't learned men ever sit down and think about the consequences of their actions? Why?
so many questions and so little answers.....
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| I was talking to my friend today. Somehow, the topic of boyfriend versus best friend came up. Well, I do know how the topic came up but I won't bore you with the details.  She had the idea that there are some things you just can't tell your boyfriend, but you can tell your best friend. She and I argued about whether or not a boyfriend is your best friend.
My ex and I dated for exactly fourteen months. We broke up on our 14 month anniversary. How strange!? The point being he was my best friend. I ran to him with all my problems. I saw him every day. I hung out with him every day. He could tell something was wrong from the way I used to even text him and 9 out of 10 times, he would know exactly what was wrong as well. He knew me inside out. Long story short, he was my best friend.
To this day, he is the only person who knows some of my secrets. Secrets I couldn't even bring myself to say to my best friend of 10 years. I just don't know how to bring it up with her, but with him, it was surprisingly easy, and before I knew it, I was telling him about it.
Can you truly be in love with a person if you cannot tell them all your secrets? Especially if you're planning a future with the said person. How can you plan for a future together when you're holding things back? How can you be in love if you aren't friends? Afterall, love is friendship set on fire, right? Someone shed some light on this. Please & thank you!
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| so... after 12 months of bliss and 2 months of confusion & frustration, which slowly grew into hatred towards my boyfriend, we finally ended things... for good. over the past 2 months, we've broken up more times than i can count, yet we remained friends and ended up getting back together in less than 2 days. however, this time its going to be different. we aren't going to be friends anymore. we deleted each other from our facebooks (yes, i know what has this world come to? the end of a relationship is determined by what we do on facebooks...) and i deleted all the memorabilia i had of him on my computer. i got rid of his sn from my aim. we won't see each other on campus because of our rather hectic and extremely different schedules.
was our break up dealt with maturely? yes! we talked. there was no name calling. no hateful words. no yelling. he simply told me what i was afraid to admit. he told that i simply didn't love him anymore & my hurt (why am i hurt? refer to my last post) has slowly changed into hatred towards him. we wished each other good luck and happiness & parted ways.
am i happy? yes. it was killing me to be in a relationship that left me feeling like i wasn't my significant other's priority & no matter what i say to myself, that will never change.
am i upset? oh god yes. he wasnt just my boyfriend... he was my best friend, and to lose a best friend is a sucky thing for anyone to go through, no matter what. but whats killing me is knowing that he still loves me very much, after everything i said & did to him.
either way, i hope all goes well for him and he will be happy.
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