Getting my spark back.
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Ongoing, First published Oct 28, 2024
We've been neighbors for years. Yet i didn't knew his smell, how his chest felt, how his heartbeat sounded, i didn't even knew his name. Until today. He texted me today. Asking me on a date. Telling me that he had sawed me every day. Yet he didn't knew my name. Until today. Today he told me that I should go out with him without complains. I agreed. I had forgotten how actually liking someone felt. I had forgotten how good first kiss was with someone i actually liked. Until today. Today i got my spark back. I had forgotten how to write and that was the most important thing for my daily routine at the past. Until today. Today i started writing again.
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80 parts Complete Mature

Dear Diary: 14/01/2019 Monday I can't believe my luck. After 6 long years of silence, after so much heartache and healing, I saw him today. The one who took my heart, the one I trusted to keep it safe, only for him to crush it beneath his spiked boots. Not literally-he never wore spiked boots-but the pain he caused me back then? It felt like he might as well have. I tried so hard to keep my expression neutral when I saw him, but I could feel it slipping. The surprise, the confusion, the sting of old wounds, all right there on my face. I wonder if my boss noticed. I wonder if he noticed. He looked different, of course. It's been six years, after all, but he seemed so calm, so composed... and I can't deny it-he looked good. Too good. It caught me off guard how attractive he still is, maybe even more so now. That sense of ease he carries... it's the kind of cool confidence that feels magnetic. Damn it, I hope I looked different to him, too. Better, stronger-like a woman who has come into her own. I hope he saw that and thought, "I lost something special." I'm trying to tell myself it doesn't matter, that this chance meeting was just that: chance. But there's this voice inside me, a quiet one at first, now growing louder, whispering, "What are the odds?" What are the chances that, after all these years, after all that we've both been through, we would cross paths again like this? It doesn't mean anything. It can't mean anything. I'm practically married and my fiance is the one I've built a future with. But I won't lie-the thought of him, of what could've been, still echoes in my mind, and it's unsettling how easy those old feelings are to stir.