A Simple Yes
It was a gloomy day beneath a blue sky. I was both overexcited and deeply low. The most graceful, yet the most unlucky soul alive. I felt like I had everything—and nothing—at the same time. I felt every moment, yet not a single one in particular.
This was an ending... but also a beginning.
This story is about a confession.
It was Sunday, 18th June. I had just graduated last year, and after a long hustle, I finally found a job—not the best-paying one, not very scalable—but enough to manage small loans and take care of basic needs.
I was the kind of man who didn’t drink, didn’t party often. Just simple, quiet. But I had one major issue—a long-time crush.
She was my classmate. We weren't close friends; we barely spoke. But we shared space, time, and silence.
Then came a job offer—one that would relocate me to another city. It sounded fascinating. A fresh start. But something held me back.
Her.
You know that feeling—of just stepping into adulthood, of falling hard, helplessly. I couldn’t leave without telling her.
So after some self-motivation—thanks to shows and podcasts—I realized I had two options:
1. Move to the new city, take the offer, and build a new life.
2. Confess my feelings. And if by some miracle she said yes... I could stay in my favorite city.
Sounds easy, right? But talking to her felt like catching sand with bare hands—everything slipped away. Still, I wrote a script, rehearsed it a dozen times, and through some common friends, invited her to meet me on Sunday—just two days before I was supposed to leave.
She came. By God’s grace, she came.
But the unexpected happened—she showed up with a flower bouquet. My heart raced. My imagination ran wild, picturing our love story already beginning. But then, she smiled and said:
"Hey! Have a nice future ahead!"
I froze.
She continued,
"I heard about your relocation."
All my happiness collapsed in a second. I muttered a quiet “thanks,” forgetting every word of my script.
Then she asked,
"But why did you call me here? Something special?"
I stumbled through words.
"No... just to say goodbye. That’s why I didn’t have your number before..."
She nodded,
"Oh, okay. Good to see you. Bye."
I panicked.
"Wait—there’s a restaurant nearby. Want to go? Just a quick meal. It’s still early."
She hesitated but finally said yes.
We sat. She started eating casually. I ate slowly, trying to savor the moment. This could be the last time I’d see her.
I thought, “Maybe now. Maybe I’ll confess.”
I gathered courage,
"Hey, listen..."
She looked up, mouth full,
"Hmm?"
I choked.
"Umm... be right back—washroom."
I walked off. Bought a chocolate bar on the way back, thinking of a new way to tell her. But when I returned, she was gone.
My heart sank.
I was about to break down when I heard,
"Hey, I’m done. I paid the bill. Let’s go."
I asked,
"Why did you pay?"
She smiled,
"No issue. It was a great meal."
I handed her the chocolate.
"This is all I can give you. Please take it."
She laughed softly,
"Aww, so sweet! Thanks!"
We exchanged numbers. She left. I went home.
And no... I didn’t confess.
But I wasn’t done. I slipped a love letter inside that chocolate wrapper—poured my heart out, even mentioned my train time.
If she calls me back, it’s destiny. If not, maybe I was meant for something else.
Sunday passed. No call.
Monday came and went.
I accepted it. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
Tuesday evening was my train.
But that morning... a call from an unknown number.
"A simple 'yes' can’t hold you. Go and find opportunities in the next city."
I knew that voice.
"But… I just needed an answer."
She said,
"That was your answer."
"I don’t understand... please don’t confuse me."
She replied,
"I’m happy to be with you. But you need to go and grow. Life won’t wait."
"So… we can’t be together?"
She laughed.
"Are you dumb?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why didn’t you think maybe... someone could join you in that new city?"
I stuttered,
"Who would...?"
She said,
"I’m talking about myself, idiot!"
And burst out laughing. 🎀😂
Now, seven years later... we live together, with two beautiful kids.
We're still laughing. Still growing. Still living that one simple yes—
That led to everything I never saw coming.
In the end of the story I just left my pen down and wanna say one last thing to you all -
All the waiting, all the pain, The silence, the goodbye, the almost rain. And just before it all could end— She smiled... **A simple yes.**
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