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I never asked for the glances.
Never begged for the smirks.
And yet, he gave them to me - like secrets slipped between late-night whispers and badminton rallies.
They say middle school crushes fade.
Mine turned into stories.
Confusing, beautiful, infuriating stories.
One boy from school, with a smirk too sharp for his own good.
Another from my society, charming enough to haunt me.
I was just a girl trying to study in peace.
Until the drama became louder than the morning bell.
Until I started losing pieces of myself to the chaos of maybe-he-likes-me.
Until I learned that sometimes, your glow-up is your goodbye.
This isn't a love story.
It's the story of how I almost fell.
And how I rose instead.