"When I First Noticed Den"

"When I First Noticed Den"

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It all started with one small moment. He was just acting at the back of the classroom that day - and I didn't even know his name yet. But something about his voice, his smile, and how confident he looked made me ask my friends, "Kinsa na siya?" That's how I first noticed Den. And from that moment on, everything slowly changed. He started noticing me too. He'd tease me, call me "kiss ko b," send videos of him singing, and sometimes even voice messages - the one where he sang "Malay Ko" by Daniel Padilla still plays in my head. I thought it was something real. I thought maybe, just maybe, he felt it too. But when I started to care more, he started to fade away. Until one day... he just stopped. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence. This is a story of a girl who fell too deeply, of messages that turned into memories, and of learning that sometimes, the person who makes you smile can also be the reason you learn how to let go. "He was never mine, but it still hurt losing him." A story by Shaun - inspired by a love that almost happened, but never truly stayed. 💔🌸
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I never believed in perfect starts. I wasn't the guy who lit up a room or made girls turn their heads. But then she walked in-first day of senior year-and everything changed. Her name was Lena. Beautiful, sharp, untouchable. The kind of girl you admire from a distance and never think will notice you. And for a while, she didn't. But then something shifted. I asked for her Instagram. I started texting her. Late-night chats turned into inside jokes, nervous flirting, and long walks under empty skies. Slowly, she let me in. Slowly, I fell-harder than I ever thought possible. She started to love me too... or so I thought. But love is never a straight line. Not when her past is made of broken promises and bruised trust. Not when she starts pulling away just as I'm holding on tighter. I loved her harder the more she faded-and then, one day, she was gone. No explanations. No warning. Just silence. A year passed. Then, one night-midnight phone call, trembling voice, the same girl who broke me once asking if I still remember how it felt to love her. This is the story of how we began. Of how we ended. Of how sometimes, the people who break you are the only ones who know how to put you back together. And maybe-just maybe-some love stories aren't about forever. They're about surviving the parts that almost destroy you.

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