I Still Do

Him-the one I cannot have, the one I cannot reach-became the axis of my world. Every thought. Every heartbeat. Every breath I took spun around him, tethered me to him.

At first, it was admiration. Innocent, fleeting, like watching a star shine from far away. But stars burn. They consume. And slowly, quietly, that admiration became something else. Something darker. Something dangerous.

I watched him. I lingered too long. I stepped too close. I tested my limits and found them weaker than I ever imagined. Every boundary blurred. Every restraint shattered. And with every moment, I realized the terrifying truth: there is no turning back once desire becomes obsession.

He never knew. He never will. And that is what terrifies me most.

I teetered on edges I shouldn't. I pressed against lines that weren't meant to be crossed. I let myself want him in ways that made my chest ache, my mind twist, and my soul burn.

This is a story of obsession. Of longing. Of desire that cannot be fulfilled.

A story of a girl who loved too much. Who crossed the line. Who waited... forever.

Because some sins cannot be undone.

And some desires... are eternal.