Now as you were both my classmate and my coaching partner, most of my day was spent around you.
Yet, despite all the time we shared, we weren't even friends.
You were everywhere, in school, in coaching, in my reality, and most of all, in my mind.
Your presence followed me like a shadow I couldn't shake, no matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else.
I had set my sights on a goal, a big one: topping the city in the 12th board exams.
I thought I was prepared, determined, and ready to achieve it.
But then I'd see you, and suddenly, that dream felt like it was slipping away from my grasp.
Everyone else was my competition, but not you.
How could you be? You were the one person I wanted to win over, not against.
One day, while scrolling through Instagram, I stumbled across your profile.
My heart raced at the thought of sending you a friend request.
It felt like a leap into the unknown.
What if you didn't accept it?
But I pushed through the fear and clicked "send," praying for a sign, hoping that this time would be different.
Three months passed, and my request remained unanswered.
I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my chest, but eventually, I canceled it, telling myself to move on.
Yet, I couldn't shake the hope.
So I sent the request again, and somehow, this time, you accepted it.
It felt like a small victory, but I couldn't ignore the nerves fluttering in my stomach.
I promised myself I wouldn't become obsessed, but I couldn't help it.
I found myself visiting your profile every day, admiring your pictures, my heart swelling with each new glimpse.
How could someone be so effortlessly beautiful?
Your profile had only a few pictures, but each one felt like a treasure to me.
I followed every change, your followers, the posts you shared, your stories.
It became a comforting routine, like tracing the outlines of a dream I longed to be a part of.
Through those snapshots of your life, I felt a connection to you, fragile yet real.
I was just a spectator, watching from a distance, but somehow, it brought me a little closer to you.
Each photo was a reminder of the girl who had captured my heart again, the girl I couldn't help but hope would see me someday, too.
And that's how the waiting request got accepted...
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