Unrequited love
Good Day Dear Readers🥰❤️ It’s been a while since I’ve written from this side of myself. The softer side. The quieter side. The side that feels things deeply even when it tries not to. Lately, I’ve been learning that not every love story is meant to bloom completely. Some arrive only to teach you something about yourself, even if they leave your heart a little heavier afterward. And maybe that’s the strangest kind of love of all falling for someone you know will never fully be yours. When I first met him, I didn’t expect anything significant to happen. I thought he’d simply become another passing conversation, another temporary moment in a world full of temporary people. But somehow, without even realizing it, I started carrying pieces of him with me. It was never about grand gestures or fairy-tale promises. It was the small things that got to me. The way certain conversations lingered in my mind long after they ended. The comfort of his presence. The way he made me fee...