I remember hearing the news that you had rejected one of our classmates.
It gave me hope.
For days, I thought maybe this was my chance, my moment to tell you everything I had been holding inside for so long.
I wanted to confess my feelings, but the fear of rejection kept holding me back.
I imagined what it would feel like to hear a "no" from you, and it scared me more than anything.
Still, I was waiting for the right time.
And then, out of nowhere, the worst thing happened.
I found out you had said "yes" to someone else's proposal.
At first, I couldn't believe it.
I told myself it was just a rumor, something people made up.
But deep down, I was afraid it was true.
I started to inquire more, hoping someone would tell me it wasn't real.
But the more I heard, the more it hurt.
It wasn't just gossip-it was true.
"You were with someone else, sorry, you're someone else's now."
I can't explain how I felt in that moment.
It was like the world had shifted, and everything I had hoped for was slipping away.
I felt a heavy weight in my chest, something I had never experienced before.
It was hard to think straight.
I was disappointed, heartbroken, and, most of all, lost.
I tried to hold it together, but it was too much.
A friend of mine noticed at dispersal that something was wrong.
He tried to comfort me, but there was nothing he could say to make it better.
How could anyone understand what I was feeling?
I couldn't even explain it to myself.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
I kept thinking about you and the missed chance, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.
The pain was overwhelming, and I felt more alone than ever.
That day changed everything for me.
It was the unluckiest day of my life, the day I realized I had lost something I never truly had.
And that's how the unlucky event has happened...
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RomanceWhat a wonder it is that you might not have a single clue that someone somewhere, from the core of their heart, writes about you. Maybe a secret admirer or a long lost friend, How you lie in the words of their poetry, in each phrase until the end. I...
