Siina-
People think you lose someone just once.
I learned the hard way-you can lose the same heart again and again, until the memory of it starts living deeper than the person ever did.
I didn't realize I had lost him the first time.
Back then, I was only a girl who didn't understand why my chest felt too small whenever he walked past me. Why I memorized the sound of his laugh without ever hearing it properly. Why leaving that neighbourhood felt like leaving something I wasn't old enough to name.
But in 2020, while recovering from a hospital bed and hiding from the world in lockdown, I searched for him again. Quietly. Secretly. Pathetically.
Every night, I typed his name into Facebook like I was calling a ghost.
And every night, I found nothing.
So, I forced myself to stop.
I told myself he was gone.
I told myself it was childish.
That I should move on.
I thought I did.
Years passed, lives changed, and I learned how easily people break promises-the kind they make, the kind they are.
But in the smallest, most stubborn corner of my heart, he stayed.
Not as a person.
As an ache.
A question.
A what-if I never had the courage to answer.
Then came September 2025.
My heart was already bruised from another betrayal, and one night-maybe from loneliness, maybe from fate-I typed a message I never expected to be seen, let alone answered.
A simple question:
"Do you remember me?"
I waited with no hope.
I had already forgotten how to hope for him.
But he replied.
He replied like the years never existed.
He replied like he had been waiting for the same ghost I had been chasing.
And that's how everything started again-
with one message, one night, one boy I had spent seven years losing and finding and losing again.
I don't know about others, but this story is mine
not it's ours, right?