If you’ve come to learn a little about me, I’m afraid you’re going to be sorely disappointed. Well, maybe not entirely disappointed, I can’t let you leave empty handed since you’ve come all this way.
I can’t tell you my real name, but I go by M. I can’t tell you his name either, but he goes by H. These aren’t our real initials, but they make us feel like spies.
I’m Indian, he’s Pakistani. I’m Sunni, he’s Shia. Dun dun dun.
We met and fell in love while at college. We’ve both graduated and he’s heading home to Pakistan. We both hope to go grad school in September 2017, but unfortunately, our dream schools are located in different countries, so we’re going to be doing long distance pretty much for the next two to three years until we can tie the knot.
My family doesn’t know he exists.
Another plot twist.
His hates me.
So not only are we in a long-distance relationship, we’re in a secret long-distance relationship.
Documenting our trials and tribulations in anonymity for the random strangers on the internet is my way of coping. If you’re judging me, get out now and don’t let the door hit you on your way out.