The moment I saw that notification…
my heartbeat instantly stopped for a second.
Because the message wasn't from him.
It was from one of his classmates from school.
And honestly…
seeing his name after so many years felt shocking.
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He was one of those boys from his class whom I had followed long ago only because I thought maybe someday I could ask something about him.
Back during school days, I had once messaged him too.
At that time I asked whether he was active on that Instagram account or not.
But after that conversation, we never really talked again.
So suddenly receiving his message now felt completely unexpected.
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For a few seconds, I simply stared at the notification.
Then slowly, I opened the chat.
And the moment I read his message…
my heart started beating faster again.
He had written:
"Once you asked me about an account, right? He made a new ID, so I thought I should tell you."
For a second, I genuinely didn't know whether to laugh or feel emotional.
Because if only he knew…
I had already found that account.
Not just found it.
I was already following him now.
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Still, I didn't go into details.
I simply replied politely,
"Oh okay, thank you so much."
And after some normal replies, I ended the conversation there itself.
Because honestly…
I didn't want anyone knowing how much that one person still affected my emotions.
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After keeping my phone aside, I sat silently on my bed for some time.
Life really felt strange sometimes.
Years pass.
People disappear.
Situations change completely.
And then suddenly…
someone from the past appears again through one random message.
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But before I could overthink more, I quickly got ready for college.
Because medical college honestly gives you very little time to stay emotional.
The next moment there's:
lectures
assignments
practicals
projects
submissions
exhaustion
And somehow life forces you to keep moving.
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That day campus looked unusually energetic.
Students rushing everywhere.
Some preparing for viva.
Some discussing practical files.
Some simply sitting in groups laughing loudly.
Meanwhile, I quietly walked toward my lecture hall trying to focus properly on studies.
Because no matter what happened emotionally....
I knew one thing very clearly.
My dream mattered too.✨
Very much.
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The lectures that day felt long but prouctive.
For the first time in days, I actually tried concentrating properly instead of constantly thinking emotionally.
And honestly…
it felt good.
Maybe because somewhere after sharing my feelings with the senior yesterday…
my heart felt slightly lighter now.
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During lunch break, I also met him again for some project discussion.
Like always, he behaved normally.
No awkwardness after yesterday's emotional conversation.
No unnecessary sympathy.
And honestly, that made me respect him even more.
Because some people change behavior after knowing your vulnerable side.
But he didn't.
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We sat near the department corridor discussing project work.
Meanwhile, he occasionally explained things patiently because honestly some medical topics still confused me badly.
At one point, I got frustrated and said,
"How do you even remember all this?"
He laughed softly and replied,
"Trust me, even I forget half the things during exams."
And somehow those normal little conversations started becoming comforting now.
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Sometimes while he explained topics, I silently noticed how calm he naturally was.
Maybe that's why talking to him felt peaceful.
Because around him…
I didn't feel pressure to pretend perfect constantly.
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After project discussion ended, we both walked toward different lecture halls.
Before leaving, he casually asked,
"You feeling okay now?"
And for a second, I realized he was asking emotionally too.
So I smiled slightly and replied,
"Yes… better than before."
And honestly…
it was true.
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The rest of the college day passed normally.
Classes.
Notes.
Attendance panic.
Friends discussing internals.
Hostel complaints.
Typical medical college chaos.
And slowly, my mind finally started diverting a little from emotional overthinking.
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By evening, I returned to hostel completely exhausted.
The moment I entered room, I threw my bag on bed dramatically.
My roommate instantly laughed and said,
"Another survival day completed?"
And I replied dramatically,
"Barely."
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After freshening up, I finally picked up my phone again.
And that's when I noticed something.
A missed call.
From my best friend.
After a very long time.
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Immediately, a smile appeared on my face.
Because no matter how busy life becomes…
some friendships never stop feeling special.
I quickly called her back.
And the moment she picked up…
without even saying hello, she started dramatically,
"So you forgot me now?"
I instantly laughed.
"Shut up. You know I'm in medical college now. I literally get no time. I'm always busy."
Then she replied dramatically again,
"Wow doctor madam became too busy for old friends."
And honestly…
hearing her voice after so long felt comforting in a completely different way.
Like returning to a familiar old version of myself.
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We kept talking continuously after that.
About life.
College.
Hostel.
Studies.
Stress.
And obviously…
school memories too.
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Then suddenly she said softly,
"We should meet sometime. It's been so many months."
And honestly…
the moment she said that, I immediately realized how badly I needed that meeting too.
Because lately my life genuinely felt emotionally messy.
So without even thinking, I instantly replied,
"Yes. We definitely need to meet."
Then laughing slightly, I added,
"My life has become a complete mess."
She immediately became curious.
But I avoided details for now.
Because honestly…
I wanted to tell everything properly face to face.
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Then after checking schedules, we finally planned to meet during the weekend.
And somehow, after ending the call, my mood genuinely felt lighter again.
Because sometimes old friendships heal you quietly without effort.
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Later that night, after dinner, I lay down on my bed while scrolling through my phone lazily.
And somehow…
without even realizing…
I opened his Instagram profile again.
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Honestly, I don't even know why I kept doing that.
Maybe habit.
Maybe attachment.
Maybe hope.
Or maybe some feelings simply don't disappear easily.
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I silently stared at his profile for several minutes again.
His username.
His pictures.
His following list.
Every small thing somehow still felt important to me.
And honestly…
sometimes I hated how deeply attached my heart still was.
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Then suddenly I shook my head and closed Instagram.
Because if I kept thinking about him continuously, I knew I'd become emotional again.
So instead, I started watching a random series with my roommate.
She kept reacting dramatically to scenes while I laughed at her expressions more than the actual show.
And honestly…
those small hostel moments slowly started becoming beautiful parts of my life too.💝
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Later, after talking randomly for some more time, we finally switched off lights and slept.
The room became quiet.
Outside hostel windows, cool night wind moved softly.
And slowly, my exhausted mind finally drifted toward sleep.
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But little did I know…
the next morning was about to change something unexpectedly.
Something I never imagined even in dreams.
Because sometimes…
life becomes completely normal right before surprising you the most.
when I would wake up the next morning and go to college…
a completely new tension would already be waiting for me.🤯
A situation…
that was once again about to make my life emotionally and mentally complicated.
And honestly…
what was going to happen that morning was something I had never even imagined. 💫