A few months ago, I met someone who seemed very shy, reserved, and stern. He wasn't the type to greet you randomly, hold a door for you, or ask about your well-being. To me, he appeared to be far from the partner I had always hoped for.

However, as time went on, I found myself smiling at the mere mention of his name. An inexplicable feeling took hold of me every time his name appeared on my phone screen. One evening, when my emotions were at their peak, I asked myself if I was developing a crush on him. The idea of having a crush didn't seem harmful at all, so with a resounding "yes" to my own question, I called him for something very basic.

His simple "Haan, Minakshi" was soothing, and I was elated to hear his voice. Soon, our conversations grew longer. I was always the one to initiate them, but I was genuinely happy. Although telephonic conversations were enjoyable, my favorite moments were when we were sitting next to each other. There was a unique connection and personal touch that only we understood.

I'm not sure when exactly I fell for him, but as a girl in love, I found myself doing some rather silly things. Traveling an hour one late afternoon just to catch a glimpse of him remains one of my most memorable experiences. No regrets, though, because he didn't disappoint. He looked great, the conversation was lively, and the core memory I cherish is that he, who once didn't even ask about my broken hand, actually held a door for me that day.

As each day passed, I became more drawn to him. I eagerly awaited our conversations, and no matter how bad my day was, I felt happy after our interactions. But, as with any story, there had to be a twist. One day, our conversations abruptly stopped. We went from chatting frequently to not at all, seemingly overnight.

I was deeply hurt. I went through a restless month, unable to stop thinking about him. He was my first thought in the morning and my last before I fell asleep. I knew I was in trouble when I kept checking his last seen status repeatedly.

The only good thing about overthinking is the multitude of possibilities it generates, and naturally, I gravitated towards the negative ones. Questions tormented me: Why was I the only one struggling? Didn't he miss me? Did all our conversations mean nothing to him? Why couldn't he initiate a conversation? The only answer I could come up with was, "If he wanted to, he would."

The rebel in me awakened. I tried every measure to stop thinking about him, but who was I kidding? Girls in love can be quite irrational. Eventually, I missed him so much that I ended up messaging him, unable to control myself.

The conversation lacked the magic it once had. Despite my responses, there was no spark, and his replies were vague. I was hurt, cried in front of my best friend, vowed never to message him again, and cried even more until his name appeared on my screen once more.

This time, his replies made me smile, and like a child, I found myself dancing at my station, back to being the lovesick puppy I once was. There was a time when he promised to meet me. I was excited, bought new clothes, tried various hairstyles, and prepared myself thoroughly. On the day we were supposed to meet, I waited for his message, but nothing came. He asked someone else to meet me instead. That was the day I had a major realization: What a fool I had been!

I realized that my crush had been on someone who didn't truly care about me or my feelings, or perhaps never felt anything special. My overthinking had created a fantasy that didn't exist in reality. While I might have still been madly in love with him, I recognized that being with someone who only occasionally treated me well and was mostly a stranger wouldn't be good.

Now that I've decided to move on, I keep telling myself I'm over him. Though his name still gives me a jolt, I remind myself of everything I've faced in past. Like many girls turning 25, my family wants me to get married. I keep telling them I'm not ready because how am I going to explain that the song playing in the background of this video is the one I wanted to be played at our wedding and he's the only one I can envision as my groom.

Don't blame me; after all, I'm just a girl.