An unfortunate stroke of serendipity
The facade that always appears since childhood, although a stranger in the time~
I always recall the time where it felt really familiar
as if your face always show up somewhere during my day… then it was reveal our fate had intertwined, we were connected by parental figures —
Yet unknowingly, we shared the same class together and suddenly the seat given was besides. “Deskmates” may seem basic to most, even so it wasn’t to me —
For how it’s the start of us; A slow burn romance might be the way to describe it however one hasn’t notice he is falling..
Thus, what had been a mist is finally as real as it gets to be — Woefully, he had known the meaning of love only by losing her the ‘first time’ and dare he says woman who had the shed of his first tear… Also the one and only confession he ever told despite him being scared of showing emotions —
Although being rejected as of timing wrongly with his confession; still filled his life searching for her remains nevertheless holding on the unwatched or unheard recommendation — Then comes the exception.. There were no other her, since only she has his heart fully~
For this on forward he have to time it right;
He remembered every little detail she had ever entrusted to him, every fragile confession and every unspoken fear hidden between the lines~ Perhaps that is the unfortunate thing about a heart that once cared too deeply; even when the person is no longer beside you, the smallest things about them still linger as if time had never truly passed —
It’s how a moment that seemed fleeting to him had become a lingering ache within the heart of someone who only wished to love him sincerely. And woefully, it took losing the warmth of her presence for him to realise how deeply his actions had left their marks. For even now, despite the distance that had grown between them, a part of him still finds itself apologising to the memories they left behind, wishing he could return to the very beginning and hold her a little gentler…
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For there was always a little girl hidden within her; the one who felt everything so deeply whenever it came to him, the one whose heart trembled at the slightest change in his affection, and the one who had once found comfort in his presence as though he were the safest place in the world. Perhaps he could never truly understand the depth of her tenderness, yet he had always known that her heart was never something to be taken lightly —
Nothing she had ever felt was wrong. Neither her sadness, her anger, nor the countless emotions that spilled from a heart that had loved him far too sincerely to pretend it never hurt. Still how unfortunate it was, for a man who wished to comfort her had become the very person she needed comfort from… And perhaps the cruelest part of it all was that he had no beautiful words left to offer, no promises he could make without risking another wound.
Thus, he chose silence, even when his heart yearned to reach across the distance and gather her into his arms. If only a hand could travel through the screen, if only affection could transcend the thousands of miles that separated them, he would have brushed every tear from her cheeks before a single drop could fall. It would have been the first thing he did, for seeing her cry was never something his heart had learned to bear~
Yet how does one express a tenderness that can no longer be given freely? How does one tell a person they are still cherished when the very act of reaching for them might only reopen the wounds that time has desperately tried to mend?
Wanting her to know that his affection had not vanished merely because he had stepped away, although he feared even the smallest gesture might awaken a hope he could no longer promise to fulfil —
So he kept everything folded within himself; every lingering concern, every apology left unsaid, and every little wish that she would find happiness even if it no longer had anything to do with him.
He loved her in ways she might never witness, silently hoping that the distance would bring her peace rather than another reason to ache. For he had never intended to become the reason her smile trembled, nor the name that made her heart feel heavier than it already was…
And perhaps, if she could look beyond the silence he had left behind, she might understand that forgetting her was never as simple as letting her go. For there were things he could not bring himself to say, feelings he could not properly explain, and an affection that remained even when he no longer knew whether he had the right to show it.
A heart may choose to walk away, but the memories it leaves behind do not always follow~
She was never difficult to love simply because she felt too deeply. She was never foolish for believing in the tenderness they once shared. And she was never wrong for wishing that the person she loved would have known how to love her a little more gently.
For if he could turn back time, he would not ask for a different ending. He would only ask for the chance to make her feel a little less alone while their story was still being written…
