kissesscocoa
She loved two lives in parallel -
one filled with quiet loyalty,
the other with chaos she couldn't name.
By day, she studied. By night, she unraveled.
Insomnia kept her awake -
but it was the maybe-love that truly stole her sleep.
Torn between a boy who adored her
and another who never said her name in daylight,
she wandered through sleepless weeks,
exams, missed calls, and the ache of never being enough.
This isn't a love story.
It's a breakdown disguised as romance.
A study in blurred lines, tired eyes, and the cost of staying too long in almost.