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It started with a follow and a simple reply, and somehow she became the only notification I cared about. We talked every day, from random jokes to late-night calls, and before I knew it, she felt like home. I was the transferee from Saint Auguste, and she was still in Falconridge, the school I left behind. We met in person and everything just clicked, like the connection was real all along. But nothing's ever that easy. Her parents are strict, and it's hard not to feel like they don't want me around. They don't know what we've shared, what we've been through, or how much I love her. I left a lot behind when I moved schools, and part of me did it for her. And even when I feel like I'm not enough, she keeps choosing me. So I keep showing up. Because our love isn't perfect. It's messy, loud, a little too much sometimes. But it's real. And I'd rather go through all of it with her than feel safe with anyone else. Because love isn't always soft.
Sometimes it's chaotic, painful, overwhelming-a hot mess we can't walk away from.