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Love

I like this girl.

I texted her. I invited her out. She seemed compliant at first — or maybe I was reading too much into it. I don’t know.

I don’t even know what I’m feeling, honestly.
It’s just that… this feeling hasn’t let me rest.
It’s kept me up at night. It’s followed me through the days.

She’s amazing.
And I believe it’s not my luck to be hers — but I still wish she could be mine.

I think our conversation has come to an end.
I texted her one last time — not to beg, but to show that I care.
I thought that might mean something.
But a day passed. Then another.
No reply.

And slowly, I’m losing her from my heart.
Not because I want to. But because silence leaves no choice.

Maybe this is just part of life.
Maybe she was never meant to stay.

If we were meant to be, we will be.

Time can only tell.