Meet Me in the Middle

Meet Me in the Middle

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Sometimes, life can surprise you. Even if it takes longer than you thought. For Ayesha, life was a series of calculations and logical choices. She had it all. Good grades, understanding parents, fun friends, popularity and a brain she prouded herself on. So what happens when it begins to all go away? How do you have a grasp on reality when the only reality you've known is fading before your own eyes? This isn't JUST a lovestory. A story about finding yourself and your own family. And about finding your light at the end of the tunnel.
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~A high school love story~💗 We sat just a few rows apart. Never close enough to speak... but always close enough to feel something. ANAYA wasn't the loud type. She didn't chase attention or talk about her feelings - but every single day, her eyes searched for him the moment she walked into class. Even when she told herself not to, they just did. And AARAV? He was the quiet mystery - the boy who never said much, but whose eyes always seemed to find hers in a crowded room. The boy who made silence feel loud. They never had a deep conversation. No flirty texts. No confessions. But there was always something - in the way he looked at her from across the room, in the way her heart reacted to it, in the way they both pretended not to care when their worlds clearly paused around each other. No one knew what Anaya felt. She never said a word. Because when feelings are real, they're scary. And what she felt for him? It was soft, quiet, and completely hers. Maybe he felt it too. Maybe he noticed her smile at the little things. Maybe he waited for her glances just like she waited for his. This isn't a story full of grand gestures. It's a story about slow love - the kind that lives between stolen glances, shared silence, and hearts too shy to speak. Because sometimes... the deepest love stories are the ones that never get told out loud ✌️#1 in love letters - June 9 2025

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