The One That Could Have Been

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Every morning, I would stare aimlessly at the ceiling.

I've fallen in love a handful of times, but Wendy was the only one who almost made me want to settle down and slow down my work for the first time in my life.

But why couldn't I say 'I love you' back to her? Why was it easy for me to let her go?

We parted ways, as neither of us wanted to fix it, unable to pinpoint what was broken.

I've been trying to keep things laid back with no pressure at work. Tapings and shoots are keeping me afloat. I know things will work out in their own time, but there are so many unspoken words.

I wanted to say, 'I hope you find someone who deserves you, Wendy,' but I didn't.

I wanted to say, 'I love you too.' But deep down, I know you don't.

It's been days, but Wendy's statements haunt me. Everyone's comments linger. The voices in my head have gotten louder.

What does Wendy mean? She knew I belonged with Seulgi? What do they mean by 'friends to lovers' ... like me and Seulgi?

Is everyone just malicious, or am I just naive?

I'm starting to even second-guess who I'm really in love with.

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