My POV

This story is based on real live. I met him in a group chat that wasn't meant to matter. He was just another name at first, until conversation narrowed and replies began to find each other. What followed moved quietly into private messages, then Instagram without either of them naming it.

There was never anything romantic. He spoke freely, unaware of any fragile line. She listened carefully, already learning how to hold what she felt without letting it show.

We ended up talking deeply about identity, belonging, and fictional worlds that said what reality couldn't. Star Wars, Avatar, long conversations softened by cat memes. It felt meaningful, even if it wasn't meant to be.

For him, it was just conversation.
For her, it became love.

I knew it was one-sided. He didn't feel the same, and I never expected him to. Still, the feeling needed somewhere to exist.

So I decided to begin to write, until my feelings are faded towards him or it could be another way who knows how it could end up.

This is where it begins.

I hope you enjoy reading it :)