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She learned love in her teenage years, quietly, like a secret the heart keeps before it understands pain. The boy next door was familiar and comforting, someone who felt like home before home turned cold. Their feelings were mutual, innocent, and unspoken-but innocence is fragile. One moment was enough to break them apart, and what followed hurt more than loss: harsh taunts, wounded pride, and a trauma that taught her to lock her heart away. From that day on, love became something she feared rather than wished for.
Years later, when silence grew heavier than words, she found an unexpected refuge online. A best friend-distant yet close-someone who listened without judgment and stayed without questioning. Their bond was built on late conversations, shared wounds, and the quiet comfort of being understood. It was never love, only safety-a place where her heart could finally rest.
The boy from her past grew too, carrying his own regrets and unfinished feelings. Life separated them, reshaped them, and then slowly pulled them back into each other's orbit. Families misunderstood, connections were broken, and distance was forced upon them once again. Yet time softened what pain could not erase.
In the end, the world tried to fix what it believed was broken, pushing her back toward the boy she once loved. Not as the girl she was, but as the woman she had become-stronger, guarded, and shaped by loss. And perhaps this time, love was no longer a wound, but a quiet choice made after surviving everything that tried to destroy it.