She left me her phone number, but I somehow lost the note with it. It was a very peculiar kind of phone number, however, with either mostly 7s or 8s as well as some 0s in it. So as the pain and the longing hadn't been going anywhere, I decided to try to recall her number and write her an SMS. I received no response. I had never used social media before, but still tried searching for her account, which I successfully found, but the site said it was deleted.
Thus, some 4 months passed. I'd gotten successfully admitted to one of the universities' boarding schools. I still would often recall her, and sometimes I would feel as bad as I had back when the summer school was about to end. So, I decided to follow up with another SMS, just in case. And she replied! I felt so glad at that moment. It turned out that she'd thought that my first message had been sent to her by mistake. Or so she replied, asking me to install WhatsApp. She asked me what I think of her. We kind of complimented on each other's selves… But then she mentioned that guy's name and asked me what I thought about him. Oh my God, was I dense.
We chatted about various stuff, including politics as well as some /x/-related and religious questions, and that went on every day for about a week or maybe longer, I don't remember. Then one day she hadn't replied with anything, and I sent her some messages wondering as to why. Whether there were so many and they were so demanding as for me to come off as what they call a creepy annoying sperg, I don't exactly remember, but it might as well have been like that. In the next three days, she replied that she simply didn't want to, and I guess it was weird for me back then. Or maybe not.
Then, one day, she asked me whether I was in a certain part of the city. It was the district where my dormitory was in. I asked her how she knew that. She said that she could feel it. She told me that she was participating in a national physics competition (or was it a math one?) and that she was now in the same city and was accommodated somewhere in the same area. However, when I inquired about her location so that we could meet, she refused to tell me anything. What were her exact excuses for that, I'm unable to recall. Maybe she said that she didn't want to hurt me or leave me longing for her, but I don't know for sure. So, what happened is that I got angry at her and told her that she was lying. She seemed perplexed by my words, and still insisted tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.