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Why Him?
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Ongoing, First published Oct 04, 2025
Mature
Some people enter your life quietly, almost unnoticed - a classmate, a face in the crowd, someone whose name you've known since childhood but never really seen. Until one day, everything changes.

For years, he was just that boy in school. Confident. Surrounded. Untouchable. And I was the girl who pretended not to care, even while my heart raced every time our eyes met. We never spoke, not really. Only silence, glances, tension that no one else seemed to understand - except maybe his best friend, who kept scattering breadcrumbs between us.

Then time moved on. Life happened. Dreams were chased, paths diverged. He became the man he always said he would. I built myself into the woman I promised I would be. And yet, even after all these years, his ghost lingered - in my memories, in my questions, in the what ifs that refused to fade.

Now, fate has brought him back into my orbit. Not as a boy this time, but as a man. And suddenly, all the silences, all the stolen stares, all the buried feelings resurface with a force that terrifies me.

Because the truth is...
I don't know if this is the beginning of something I've been waiting for all my life, or the kind of heartbreak that will finally undo me.
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