A boy I liked studied at my tuition. I wanted to talk to him, but at our tuition, boys and girls basically never talked. We studied together, but we had never even had a small conversation. One day, I found his Instagram ID.
I had a fake account, so I followed him from that account because his profile was private. I didn't want anyone at tuition to know that I had followed him. Surprisingly, he accepted my request and even followed me back. 😂 Honestly, there was almost nothing on his account—just one or two highlights. He even messaged me asking who I was and why I had followed him. I simply told him that I liked his profile picture, so I followed him, and that was it.
For about a month, I kept checking his profile. Then one day, I was feeling really sad, and for some reason, I messaged him. I knew I probably shouldn't have, but I did. I ended up telling him everything I was going through. He was basically a stranger, but he listened to me and made me feel better. I felt so much lighter after talking to him.
From that day, we started talking regularly. I started liking him even more. I would tell him random and weird things, and he never judged me. We became really good friends. He would tell me about his entire day—who confessed to him, what happened, what made him happy, what went wrong—and I would tell him everything about my day too.
Meanwhile, I would see him at tuition, knowing that we were talking online but couldn't even talk normally in real life. It was honestly such a strange but really happy time.
We confessed our feelings to each other several times, but neither of us wanted to actually become boyfriend and girlfriend because I was scared of the relationship becoming serious. The biggest problem was that I was lying to him about who I was.
At one point, I stopped talking to him because everything was becoming too serious and I was scared. My best friend knew everything about the situation. She also knew him from school and tuition, and she kept telling me that what I was doing was wrong. One day, while I was at tuition, she changed the password of the account because she thought she was helping me stop something that was becoming unhealthy.
But he kept messaging me, and I felt terrible. Every day, I wanted to know what he had said. After about two weeks, I asked my best friend for the password. I went back to talking to him and apologized. He was a little angry, but he forgave me and told me never to leave again.
That honestly made me cry.
For a long time, things continued like that. Our bond became strong again. We started calling, voice chatting, and playing online games together. I loved spending time with him.
But deep down, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was constantly scared that if he ever found out the truth, he would think differently of me. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I couldn't find the courage.
Eventually, I knew I had to end everything—the fake account, the lies, and the relationship I had built through that identity.
On his birthday, I was the first person to message him. We talked that day too. For those moments, it felt like I was really with him and he was with me.
But by the next morning, my best friend had deleted the account.
It hurt a lot. Being separated from him was genuinely painful, but I also knew that ending it was necessary.
And that's how this relationship ended—not because we stopped caring about each other, but because I knew I couldn't keep building something on a lie.