Born on Valentine’s Day, he was a true romantic at heart. He loved the enchanting fantasies of fairy tales and reveled in the depth of love poems. It was his way to escape the harshness of reality. He had lost his parents early, but it did not affect him much, as his grandparents took care of him. He inherited his love for classic literature from his grandpa. The magic of words was his way of living through the character’s life. He could envision the characters’ conversations to perfection in his mind. But his fantasy skills were always limited to his writing, as he rarely spoke with a real person. He excelled in his language classes and nurtured his aspiration to become a writer. When the passing of his grandparents cast a shadow over his world, he learned to express his pain by writing.

His grandparents had left him with plenty, so he was able to pursue his interests freely. But what he needed most was love, affection, and a sense of belonging. Starting college marked the beginning of new struggles for him. This world was very different from the fantasies he had lived in. His ideals of loyalty and commitment had never lived the harsh reality around him. The concept of instant gratification and momentary euphoria had never appealed to him. He had barely made any friends, having chosen the peace of isolation.

Then she walked into his life ... like a dawn breaking through the gloom of loneliness. A symbol of purity and perfection, a lotus blooming amid the muddy waters--she was everything he was not. While she was outgoing and friendly, he remained introverted. She lived a life of riches and luxury, while he was humble and modest. She had elegance and grace with her ethereal beauty, while he was plain and imperceptible. She was the dream girl and had hoards of admirers following her. His heart shattered each time he saw her with sophisticated, handsome companions. While he loved and worshipped her in his fantasies, he never dared to approach her in reality.

Life is strange and feeble and some fantasies do come true. The magic of love unfolded for him when he wrote a play for a school event and she was cast as the female lead. They spoke out of necessity, but she admired his creativity and vivid imagination. While he helped her make his dream character come alive, it burned his heart when she acted it out with a male lead. Try as he might, he could tolerate her kissing the male lead and the happy ending. She was livid when he altered the climax, changing the tale from romance to tragedy. She argued and called for his romantic talent, but overwhelmed by her plea, he lost control. What followed was the most unromantic ramble of a love confession with a tinge of jealousy. She quit the play to let the characters have their happy ending. He cursed himself for losing control over his insecurities and stupid jealousy.

Cupid decided to bless their love, for she was also born romantic, just like him. His truthful confession had steered her heartstrings, and she asked him to prom. Their love blossomed as their hearts connected over the mutual longing. As is often the case in love stories, her family opposed their relationship. She stood by her love and defied her family to be with him. Her family relented and accepted him being with her in their folds. Their mutual love evolved into a beautiful union and made their lives blissful. Being virgins and inexperienced, they explored their sexuality together and loved every moment. They wrote their love story with happy endings.