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Milk never planned to fall in love
She came abroad with one goal in mind-
study hard, finish fast, and leave.
No attachments.
No feelings to carry back home.
Her heart was supposed to stay untouched.
Then she met Love.
A senior who lived one floor below her.
Fifth floor.
Too close to ignore,
yet just far enough to pretend it was nothing.
They crossed paths often in the apartment building.
Simple hellos.
Short conversations.
Little moments that slowly became something she waited for.
Somewhere along the way,
being together started to feel natural-
even though they never called it anything.
They were never official.
Never public.
Whatever they had existed behind closed doors,
in quiet nights,
in soft touches that always stopped before going too far,
in silence that said more than words ever could.
Milk lived on the sixth floor.
But her heart kept drifting downward.
To the fifth floor.
To Love.
They never made promises.
They never talked about the future.
They just kept choosing each other-
every single day, without saying it out loud.
Until a secret came to the surface.
And suddenly, nothing felt simple anymore.
Five Floors Below My Heart is a story about a love that grows quietly.
About closeness that feels safe, yet fragile.
About finding home in a person, not a place.
Because sometimes,
the closest thing to your heart
isn't standing beside you-
but waiting one floor below.