My Neighbor Cursed Me: Every Time I Fall in Love, I’ll Die!

10:00 AM. I just woke up. Hair a mess, eyes half-closed, still wearing my dinosaur pajamas. I wasn’t ready for any drama today. Then I heard her voice — the neighbor’s wife, screaming across the thin wall: > “You’ll never fall in love! You’ll just keep watching us live happily ever after!” 🤭 Excuse me? I hadn’t even brushed my teeth yet. The way she said it — you'd think I was caught making a Tinder profile in the middle of national prayer. 😔 But no, I didn’t take offense. Because I know… I’m not losing in a reality show. I’m losing in real reality. 💀 My mirror flinches when I come close. Facebook auto-blurs my face when I try to upload a picture. Even ChatGPT avoids flirting with me. 😭 This face? Even ghosts would swipe left. And girls? They treat me like Wi-Fi without signal — always present, but completely useless. 📶 So yes, when she cursed me that day, I didn’t cry. I just looked at the wall and whispered, **“Allah, why do you give beauty to the ones who use it to torture others?”** I wanted to shout back, but I didn’t. Because deep inside… I knew she was right. 😞 Every time I’ve tried to talk to a girl, it’s ended in disaster. One time I said “Hi” to a girl and she blocked me so fast, even Facebook got confused. Another time I asked a girl for her favorite color. She replied, “BLOCK.” Apparently, that’s a color now. Now I just sit and wonder: **How long will I have to see her face every day?** She said I’ll keep watching them forever. And the way my life’s going — she might be right. But… I haven’t given up. Somewhere in this cruel world, there’s a girl who might accept me. She might be short-sighted, half-blind, or just really, really kind. But she exists. I believe it. InshaAllah. 😌💔 And maybe, just maybe… That girl is none other than my neighbor’s younger sister. 😏 Yes. That’s my master plan. I’ll be so patient, so loyal, so pathetic — that one day, she’ll look at me and think: > “Wow, he’s been alone for so long… maybe I should give him a chance before his beard turns white.” 😬 Until then, I’ll keep counting days… …keep avoiding mirrors… …and keep writing sad, sarcastic stories on Vocal to earn $2 per 1000 views. 🥲 Wish me luck. I’ll need it. ✍️ Written by: A Love-Deprived Donkey 🫏 🕊️ Inspired by real pain and bad Wi-Fi