Part 3: Things about Love and Relationships

For the story so far, refer to my previous posts - part 1 & 2.

Although my name is not a popular first name, Ryan always found it sexy. Did I just say his name? Yes. He is Ryan and I am Neysa. I thought his identity should begin with my introduction. It’s not only appropriate but romantic too. So who am I? Describing yourself can be really tough and I’m going to be as unbiased as I can. For a clichéd start, I am a successful, independent woman with an above average intellect. But I was equally hopeless in finding a man for myself. It is an irony till date. Like every other girl I once believed some Prince charming would come into my life and sweep me away. But with clearly the wrong sense of judgment every time, I believed men were only supposed to be used. They were good for only one thing and I did a smartass job at using that thing well. However weird it was, I loved my philosophy. I still don’t remember how and when I first met Ryan. Neither was he my first love. But Ryan turned out to be everything I always needed, yearned and desired all my life from a man. Ryan was not great at a lot of things but he was the best at loving me. Rather than moving too fast, he wanted to get to know more of my inner personality also defined as learning’s from previous relationships. Was Ryan my One True Love? Was he supposed to be anything at all? The logical side of me told me to overlook his previous relationships and look at him in isolation. His past actually molded him into a balanced gentleman who knew all about a woman. How to move with a girl, woo her, pamper her, read a woman’s mind, put up with her drama and mood swings specially when a girl’s monthly friend visits her – he knew it all. Our first meeting was not some love at first sight day. It was just like any other normal day. But he could barely escape from my cheerful and radiant personality and was strongly attracted to my nearly perfect toned body with hazelnut eyes. We met daily where we talked little about ourselves. He genuinely seemed interested in my life unlike all the other men I knew. Slowly I realized we had many differences. But it was refreshing to know someone different from me. My perception of love differed from him. I thought I knew all about men and felt no man is ever worth it. So I followed the hop and jump logic with zero emotional drama and was doing fantastic. Ryan after being through all the long relationships still believed in true love and saw himself growing old with the woman he loved the most. The first time we ever fought was the first time he asked me out. Till then, we used to text, chat and talk. You know… same popular forms of communication. Why did we fight? And how does Ryan ask me out? Although we were still not a couple by then, we fought over something really trivial like all couples. I was upset. He was sorry. I was still upset. He didn’t know how to put that smile back on my face. Half a day was gone and I was still going strong. After a while I saw a bunch of sticky notes on my table. Each note had a message as I flipped over. These were the messages.... 

And as you notice in the image above, there were a few blank sticky notes. I knew it had to be Ryan. As I was flipping through each note I felt secretly happy. It was a small creative affectionate gesture and a valuable one. He deserved a reply back at least for putting up something as sweet as this, I thought to myself. I took a white paper and scribbled a message. Ryan noticed me walking towards him with something in hand. He knew it worked on me and felt like a winner, which he always will be for winning my heart. I knew I wanted to say something but instead just handed him the paper which had my message and the bunch of sticky notes. He was taken aback when he saw me give it back to him. But it was his turn to be surprised now. My message said 'FILL IN THE REMAINING STICKY NOTES TOO!' We still didn't speak a word during all these exchanges. The rest of the messages were like this.. 

It seemed like the best date ever already! And it indeed was...

To be continued...