Pages of a One-Sided Heart

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One day, while scrolling through my Telegram app, something caught my eye—his number. I blinked, thinking I must be seeing things. I double-checked, my heart racing as the realization sank in. It was his number, unmistakable and undeniably real. My hands trembled as I tapped on the contact, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over me.

I felt a rush of exhilaration and disbelief. It was as if time had folded in on itself, bringing him back into my world in the most unexpected way. I could barely contain my excitement and relief. My emotions were a tangled mess; I wanted to laugh, cry, and shout all at once. I took a deep breath and sent him a message, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I typed, “Is this really you?”

Within moments, he replied, and the confirmation was like a jolt of electricity through my veins. Yes, it was him. I could hardly believe it. I bombarded him with questions—where had he been all this time? What had happened? Where was he now?

He explained that he had transferred to another school years ago, and since then, he had continued his studies at a university, just like I had. We delved into conversations about our courses, our dreams, and how our paths had diverged and intersected once more. It was like picking up a thread that had unraveled, finding the missing pieces of our shared past.

As we talked, I found myself struggling to articulate how deeply I felt. It was more than just relief or happiness—it was as if my heart was waking up from a long slumber. Even though I wasn’t looking at his face, just hearing his words, reconnecting with his presence, made my heart beat faster. The feelings I thought I had buried under layers of time and distance surged back, stronger than ever.