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You Were Meant For Me

You Were Meant For Me

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Shawn Mendes
She is just a typical college girl. Studying hard, doing her best to be the best person, student, and daughter she can be. She is a hopeless romantic. She likes a boy from her class but doesn't have the guts to talk to him. She asks herself, "Am I that ugly? Or am I just not meant for him? Then, to whom I was meant for?". She never liked a famous person because if it's hard for her to be noticed by just a normal person, then what more for a famous person? Besides, she hates being ignored by the person she adores the most. She doesn't want herself to be hurt.. again. She never know, but what if she was meant for a famous person like... like Shawn Mendes? The artist who is idolized by her crush. The artist who has a lot of fangirls that would do anything to make him theirs. What if he's her soulmate?
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In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.

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