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Echoes of a Passing Glance
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Ongoing, First published Feb 23
Mature
Have you ever locked eyes with someone, just for a second, but felt something linger long after the moment passed? Maybe you never spoke. Maybe you never even knew their name. But for some reason, they stayed with you, like an echo of something that almost was.

That's how it was for him. He admired her from afar, never daring to step closer, never knowing she was waiting for him to. Their story was written in glances, in fleeting moments that neither of them ever dared to claim. And then, as time always does, life moved forward. The moments faded. The echoes grew faint.

But what if time gave them another chance?

Years later, they meet again. She remembers him. Every quiet look, every almost, every fleeting second that once felt like a world of its own. But when he meets her gaze, there is no flicker of recognition, no lingering glance.  To him, she is just another face in a crowd.

So she wonders. Can you remind someone of a love they never knew they had? Or are some echoes meant to fade, lost to time before they ever become something more?


DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.
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FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS (AND BEYOND)

19 parts Ongoing Mature

There are moments in life so small, so ordinary, that you barely notice when everything changes. A glance held a little too long. A laugh that feels different in your chest. A touch that lingers. She became my best friend, my constant. Late-night calls, endless adventures, secrets whispered into the dark. It was always easy with her, natural. Safe. But somewhere between laughter and promises, something shifted. I didn't know it at first-not really. I just knew that when she smiled, it felt like the sun had chosen me. That when she cried, it hurt more than my own heartbreaks. That when she was near, the world made a little more sense. This is the story of how we found each other-not as we were, but as we were meant to be. From friends, to lovers, and somewhere even deeper than that. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories start with a simple truth: it was always you.