Teoman

Teoman, a name I hate.

It all started when I came to school on the first of September in the morning. They put beautiful bows on me, but during the assembly, someone pulled me from behind, messing up my hair. I was very angry, then I really liked them, I turned around and hit a boy a year older than me with flowers. We were seated at the same desk, and he stuck gum on my desk. In response, I pulled his chair and he fell. Soon it turned out that he lived across from my house, which made me even more angry.

Since then, teasing and jokes turned into a habit of excitement and constant competition. I teased and called him names. He always pulled his hair and mocked me. After every dirty trick, there was a new dirty trick.

We grew up, but the arguments didn't end until one moment, when he went away for the summer to his grandmother. I think at that moment my hatred grew, it's not that I missed him, rather I was hurt by the fact that he didn't even say goodbye. I assured myself that I was happy and didn't want to see him anymore, but as soon as he showed up again, I realized that I wanted to hurt him and break him.

Since then, our arguments have become less frequent but more severe. They were no longer childish disagreements; now they have turned into a war of who will hurt me more. His words touched me deeply, but I didn’t show it and responded in kind.

We grew apart and I couldn't understand why it affected me so much, why the thought of him disappearing from my life touched something deep inside me

From his perspective: my life changed dramatically the day I met that cheeky girl. On our first meeting, I jokingly pulled her hair during an argument with friends after she hit me with flowers. My thoughts were completely remembered by her. Every day I tried to hurt her to see her angry but very flattering face. We grew up and I began to catch myself thinking that this was no longer just a game but an obsession. This continued until I left. After returning, I was numb to how she had changed, but her relationship with her had changed as well. I began to notice her with other guys and I was overcome with jealousy. I was obsessed with her. My goal was to take her for myself.