A Chapter Unfinished
Last year, he was like a quiet star in the corner of my sky, glowing just enough to draw my gaze but always out of reach. We sat in the same classroom, only a few desks apart, but in the whole year, I never managed to talk to him. I knew so little about him just fragments of laughter, the way he touch his hair back, the look of focus on his face when he read. Somehow, those little things were enough to fill my daydreams.
As the months passed, I convinced myself that there would be time. I’d say something eventually, find the right moment. But the year ended, and the winter drifted by. Then, without warning, exam's result was out and eighth grade arrived, everything changed. I walked into school on the first day only to find our class sections had been shuffled. Suddenly, he was gone from my classroom, part of a different section, a different world.
At first, I told myself it wasn’t over. I’d see him in the school or naybe corridor, maybe run into him at lunch break. But as the days turned into weeks, he faded from my daily life. Our paths crossed less and less, and the small memories of him I had held onto began to lose their spark.
Looking back, I wondered if it was meant to be like this a story that never really started but somehow left a mark. My crush ended as the school year began, leaving me with a strange sense of nostalgia for what might have been. Maybe some things are beautiful because they’re unfinished, and some feelings are meant to be carried quietly, like secrets only the heart remembers.
And so, I moved forward, with a small ache and a memory of a boy who had once made my heart race, a story that would remain forever untold.
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