Woah, and I thought I was the only one.

Anyways, so this goes back to late 2010 and most of the first half of 2011. I had just met this terrific woman at a common friend's party and we had hit it off the moment our eyes met.

I was in Delhi then and was the quintessential step son of capitalism for I had passed out in 2009, the black year of campus placements and got myself involved in an entrepreneurial stint which was leading nowhere. When I met her, I had already applied for a research profile and after 10 days of meeting her, I was asked to leave for Mumbai for the job I had just landed.

These 10 days were intoxicating. We would catch up at 5:30 P.M, talk about all things under the sun till probably 11 P.M after which we would go back home and continue it over telephone till 4 or 5 A.M. The 10th day we made out like crazy and just could not keep our hands off each other. I was madly, deeply and as it would turn out eventually, sadly in love.

It had been 3 months in Mumbai. I was raking phone bills of 8k every month because of the 24/7 conversations we were having. When I was smoking, I was on the phone with her. When I was eating, I was on the phone with her. When I was on the stairs to head to our other office on 1st floor, I was with her. The office internet had firewalled FB, Gtalk etc. so phone was the only mode through which I could reach her.

4th month onwards, I just could not think about anything else. Every Friday, I would leave office, head home, pack a couple of tees and jeans, and would take the next available flight to Delhi. Yes, I did this for 30 weekends straight. Trains were not an option because I had to maximize the time spent with her. With a salary of 32.5k and the flight expenses alone being ~64-65k, I was going aground, but, as this was blinding love, I did not care shit. Every 15th of the month, I was taking debt from friends to meet the expenses. By the end of the 8th month in Mumbai, I was already - 2 Lakhs.

Then came the moment. One fine day, out of the blue, with nothing to warrant that it's coming, I got a text

"I think we are overdoing it. Please do not come over this weekend. I am heading out with my family"

I texted her back.

"Allright. But why the overdoing bit?"

"Because it's scary. I need to get back to work. Will call once out"

I did not pay much heed to the text. She was mine, all mine. She has a habit of me. She probably had a hard day at work. She will be her giggly self once we talk in the evening. Or so I thought.

15 days after this text, she got engaged, not to me off course. Turns out that my lady love was courting this investment banker and her parents had hitched her to this dude one fine day. She told me that she got back home after work and her parents showed her the pictures, which she "liked" and knew "instinctively" that "he was the one".

I am still paying back the debt I had accrued then. 20k is still left to be paid. Not that it was the only thing I lost. I lost myself in that process. Yes, your everyday responsibilities make you think beyond what happened in your bubble but it never really leaves you. It tore me apart as it did the many others who have answered here but it tells me that there is a reason why nice men finish last.