How I Lost Love to Shyness – This is a true life story of Ahmad Adam
I used to care little about pretty girls until high school. There, I met Khalisha, a stunning girl who changed everything. At first, I was shy, but over time, I noticed she liked me too.
Khalisha’s beauty was unmatched—her looks, her walk, her lovely skin. Her eyes brought life to her appearance. I wished she’d be mine, but I lacked the courage to speak up.
We had different classes, yet shared some combined sessions. I watched her closely and realized she liked me. My shyness held me back from expressing my feelings.
Knowing girls liked smart guys, I worked hard academically. I became a senior prefect, won awards, and represented the school. It wasn’t for school; it was my love for Khalisha.
My achievements impressed Khalisha. She admired me and sat by me during classes. She wanted to talk, but I couldn’t gather courage to confess.
One Monday, I dressed well for school. After devotion, all classes gathered in the same hall for a combined session.
On that day, I arrived late to class and found no seats. I went to a nearby class, which was Khalisha’s science class. I accidentally bumped into her, and our lips touched. It wasn’t a mistake; she kissed me on purpose.
She held the kiss, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Overwhelmed with joy, she finally ended the kiss and smiled. I confessed my feelings, and she replied, “I like you more.” I was speechless.
My intention was to get a seat and return, but I got lost in the moment. I held her hand and looked into her eyes, pouring out my feelings hidden for three years.
Sadly, our final exams were approaching, leaving no time for our love story to progress. Regretfully, I couldn’t act sooner. Two weeks after the kiss, she left to write her exam, and I lost my chance at love.
Lesson learned the hard way, I still repeated my mistake with Habibah. At ABU Zaria, I met her on the 27th of August 2018 during the post UTME exam. Her angelic garment and beauty amazed me.
Thinking I’d only admire her, fate had other plans. We sat together for the exam and talked about everything. Her excitement mirrored mine. Moments before the exam ended, she held my hand, eyes locked on mine, urging me to kiss her.
I pretended not to understand, but her message was clear. Despite the opportunity, I retreated. Later, we walked together, laughing, until her ride came. She waited for me to ask for her number, but I foolishly didn’t. My Juliet slipped away again.
The regret haunted me for a while. I vowed never to miss such chances again, yet I failed to act on it.
December 7, 2021, marked another chapter of my missed chances. The lesson from my past seemed to elude me once again. I crossed paths with Raihana back in January 2019 through a friend named Shegun.
We met while presenting ourselves for screening and admission at ABU Zaria’s Kotangora Square. Though we started as friends and coursemates, rumors swirled about us being more than that. But in reality, there was no romantic spark between us.
Ironically, history repeated itself. Over time, feelings for Raihana blossomed, yet I held back. Abdulsalam, observing our closeness, urged me to make a move. His words, “You’ll regret losing her,” rang in my ears. Still, I didn’t act, convinced that patience was key to a strong connection.
When I eventually mustered the courage, it was too late. The realization hit me on a December night, after school had let out and most students had left.
In an unexpected twist, we found ourselves hanging out. The atmosphere was perfect for me to bare my heart to her.
And I did. I confessed my feelings, hoping she’d reciprocate. Instead, she gently declined, revealing she was already in a committed relationship.
Her words pierced me, a deep ache settling in my chest. I stumbled over my words, offering a vague notion of an “open slot,” hoping for a chance to change her mind.
But Raihana’s response was unwavering. She explained her deep love for her boyfriend, leaving no room for doubt. The truth slapped me — I had missed the boat once more. It was a bitter pill to swallow, the weight of my recurring failures heavy on my heart.
This experience, with all its pain, left me with a crucial lesson: to act swiftly on my feelings and not let opportunities slip away.
If only I could rewind time and rectify my errors. In the end, tears couldn’t alter reality, and I realized that Raihana had taught me the importance of seizing the moment and not repeating the same mistakes.