Love,Loss and stalking

I remember when he first proposed to me, I thought he was just doing it to stop me from taking my own life. I stood there in silence, unsure of what to say. Then he asked me how I really felt about him. I couldn't help but ask, "Is this for real?" He said, "Even though that might be bad timing, everything I said was true." I didn't give him an answer right away because I needed time to figure out my own feelings.It was all so new to me. My first love was a guy I had known for years, but all we ever did was laugh and share things. He was never there for me during the tough times. My second love wasn't really love at all; I just believed what everyone told me—that he was a good guy. But in the end, I was the one who got hurt.Then there was Vijay. I didn't know much about him, other than his name and that he was a digital artist. But no one had to tell me he was a good guy. I just knew it in my heart. I didn't fall for him because of his looks or because others spoke highly of him like with my first love. I just felt deep down that he was the one. I questioned my heart a thousand times, and every single time, the answer was the same: you know him by heart.Finally, the day came when I accepted his proposal. We were both so happy. I used to tease him all the time, calling him "kiddo." For two months, all our conversations were over text. We had our fair share of arguments, like any couple. Then one day, he left me. At first, I thought I could handle it, but the truth is, I couldn't. It was my fault, but I wasn't ready to admit it. He blocked me on everything, but I couldn't let go. I didn't want to ask him to come back either.Instead, I ended up stalking him. I created a fake Instagram account just to check his stories. I saw one that said, "It's hard to handle when the heart is at war with the mind." That's when I realized—he didn't really want to leave me. He wasn't going to leave me. But I didn't dare text him from that fake account because I was scared he'd block me again.I even went through all of his 700 followers, messaging each one, asking them to take care of him and help me talk to him again. I didn't eat for two days. I was desperate. The only real clue I had was the number plate of his bike that I spotted in his story highlights. I told everything to a friend, and she helped me behind my back without telling me. Finally, he called. It was only because my friend told him I wasn't eating.I begged him to come back to me, but all he said was that he was just "passing time" with me and already had a girlfriend. But I knew deep down it was a lie. I kept defending him, insisting he didn't have a girlfriend. My friend talked to him again, and he admitted that I was hurt because of my past. He also revealed that he's from Tamil Nadu, and his parents are strict. He wasn't sure if they would accept us because I'm from Andhra Pradesh. My friend told him it wasn't fair to leave me just because of our parents. He seemed to understand, and we got back together.That night, we talked the whole night,sharing everything from our childhoods. We laughed so much, and at that moment, I knew—he was the one for me.