rachana rajan <3

(fanfic in Harry’s POV)

I started dating without understanding the ABC of it. So obviously made a lot of mistakes along the way and now I feel I am at a much better understanding of the whole concept. I just got discharged from the mental hospital (kidding lol or am I ? *raises an eyebrow*)

I do know that there are a lot of genuine and good people out there, but sometimes timing is a bitch (to quote Robin Scherbatsky :P).

When the timing is right and the reciprocation is right and the location is not so difficult, the person turns out to be a psychopath, whom you somehow make peace with but after two months of him constantly begging to be his girlfriend, then you find out he doesn’t use a tongue cleaner (which makes you gag even after months) and his weirdness creeps you out at night and somethings can’t be unseen once you see them (IYKYK).

Or might be a different kind of psychopath who mentally abuses you and leaves you questioning yourself. He might be the uncultured person who doesn’t know to behave and needed a maid than a girlfriend or wife. (no surprises on why he is divorced). He reminds you of that very wise person on the internet who said “if you always cry, are you dating an onion or a person?” and might actually be bipolar (cause of fuck yous’ for really silly things followed by love yous’ after one hour) but not educated enough to be diagnosed for it. He would smoke weed everyday and kiss you with that mouth and you die inside. He would be mentally off and you thank on all the stars that you didn’t end up with him.

Or he might actually be so perfect that he doesn’t understand that fights are a part of relationship and that pointing out physical flaws might actually be rude when his bum is so small that you wonder how he manages to sit (if I am a bitch for saying it, then I am the queen bitch, nice to meet you :P). He would be a 37 year old virgin who would want to break up with you because you’re not a virgin.

Or just maybe you end up dating a parrot who repeats every single thing he hears.

Or he might be a deranged psycho who will end up raping, sexually and mentally assaulting you in the name of love.

Or he might be a fake person who takes advantage of you and denies dating you to the world.

There has been so many other experiences but I do not want say it because I am trying my best to forget them.

I am so glad and lucky that God saved me because if i had ended up with any of them, then I’d be Ross the divorco 😛

Humor aside, It’s called dating for a reason. You cannot possibly end up with the first guy you meet or talk to (obviously, or maybe I am not lucky enough for that). Dating is just a process of learning what you like and dislike and what you actually want, unlearning your mistakes and toxic traits, the more you do it, the more your standards go high and less BS you put up with.

And when destiny and time plays it’s role you meet the right person who is actually meant for you 🙂

Having said that, if the people I’ve ever dated happen to read this, I would just like to say please please take up therapy, ’cause you badly need it. I wish you heal from all the things that’s messed up in your head. I have healed from mine 🙂

Somethings aren’t meant to be. I respect that.

The whole experience has made me so much hard headed that I can move on in a week or probably if the feelings are involved a month and sometimes just a day.

🙂