One-sided Love (A letter for you)

A Letter for you (Final Part)

    
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         Then came March 2020, the pandemic. Everything changed in the blink of an eye. I didn’t even get a chance to see you before schools closed down. No final glance, no closure.

     In 2021, I saw you again, outside my senior high school . I was there to submit my module when I spotted you. For a second, I thought I was seeing things, but no—it was you. I had convinced myself that my feelings for you were long gone, but seeing you made my heart flutter. The feelings hadn’t disappeared; they had simply been buried under layers of time.

     Then in 2022, in the same spot near my school, I saw you again. You were on a motorcycle, and I noticed you had cut your hair in a style that reminded me of a police officer. That’s when I found out you were training to become one.

          And in 2023, fate played its hand again. I was now in college, still an education student, while you were pursuing Criminology. One day, my new friends invited me out for milk tea, but I turned them down. It was a decision that changed everything because,....

         as I walked alone through traffic, there you were—riding your motorcycle. I don’t know if you noticed me, but just seeing you made me happy like the universe had gifted me that small moment of joy.

       I’ve always believed in destiny, so I took another chance. Grace told me to add you on Facebook, mentioning that you had broken up with your long-time girlfriend. So, I did. Grace and I both sent you friend requests. Within minutes, you accepted hers, but mine remained untouched. I told myself you probably didn’t notice, that maybe it was an oversight.

       So, I waited. A week passed, and Grace sent me a screenshot of a video—there you were, with a girl, your long-time girlfriend, on a date. It was like the universe was sending me a sign, telling me it was time to let go. So, I canceled my friend request. Thinking that I made myself foolish again...

For the last time again, I told myself I would stop. I would stop liking you, stop thinking about you, and finally move on. And for a while, I did. I forgot about you.

           Until September 10, 2024.

          A guy from high school messaged me out of the blue. He reminded me of our high school memories, and in that moment, I remembered you again. The feelings I thought had disappeared rushed back like a tide I couldn’t hold back.

After all this time, after everything, I realized something again: I still like you. I still want you. And here I am, once again, caught in the gravity of your smile.

I thought time would heal me, that with enough distance, the feelings I once had for you would blur into distant memories. But time didn’t heal me; it only paused the love I tried so hard to forget. And now, with all the memories rushing back, I can’t deny it any longer.

It was always you.

No matter how many times I tried to move on, how many times I told myself that I was over you, one thought kept echoing louder than the rest: It’s always been you.

Even after all these years, after all the signs from the universe telling me to let go, my heart never listened. Maybe it’s foolish, maybe it’s hopeless, but what else can a heart do but chase what it desires most?

So here I am, letting myself feel everything again—every spark, every ache, every dream of a future that might never happen.

But still, in the deepest corners of my heart, I can’t help but wonder…

What if I never stop loving you?

What if I never find someone better?

What if I’m destined to keep living in the past, chasing a shadow of you, while the rest of the world moves on without me?

With every beat of a heart that still longs, from the girl who loved a boy she was never meant to call her own...

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The END....

Thank you for reading. I hope you like this letter.

This story is a product of the author's imagination, woven from threads of creativity and emotion. It is entirely fictional, with characters, events, and settings created purely for the purpose of storytelling. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and unintentional.