Chapter 1
The Beginning We Never Questioned
I thought we had time.
Time to fix things.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡupKYPPSE7J
Time to grow.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9WUR4N4QCJ
Time to become better for each other.
But love doesn’t wait for you to mature.
By the time I realized how much she meant to me, I was already watching her slowly slip away, not because she stopped loving me, but because I didn’t know how to love her the way she needed.
That’s my regret.
Not that we ended.
But I didn’t fight the right way while we were still together.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I didn’t meet her in a crowded room.
There were no accidental touches.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNtQHYpmzzJ
No dramatic eye contact across a café.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyRaJqVPNQU
No universe-shifting background music.
I met her in a quiet corner of the internet.
A glowing screen.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo1L11e0o7r
A simple notification.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwMEqdMSb6g
A message that didn’t look important at first.
If I had known that small “hi” would change the way my heart works, maybe I would have stared at it a little longer before replying.
But I didn’t.
It started simple.
Late-night conversations that lasted until 2 a.m.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeAsxr6n6sw
Random jokes.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzimyMU4nXx
Memes.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxX4c4dOr4V
Stories about our day.
She was miles away, but somehow she felt closer than anyone physically beside me.
There’s something dangerous about meeting someone online.
You fall in love with their mind first.
Her thoughts.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGI0nmLa0lS
Her fears.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL7umLguh4t
Her dreams she didn’t tell everyone about.
I learned the way she types when she’s happy.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaw8R9ZvUf8
The way her replies get shorter when she’s overthinking.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr6XZNjHTf6
The way she says “it’s fine” when it’s not.
No one warned me that you can miss someone you’ve never held.
No one warned me that a screen can become a doorway to something real.
At first, it was nothing special.
Just two strangers passing time.
“What are you doing? ”72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhekusSQLHG
“Nothing. You? ”72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgbxN0pnCj
“Have you eaten yet?”
Simple questions that seemed meaningless.
But that’s where things begin without you even realizing it.
Our conversations weren’t grand. Nothing deep right away. No dramatic confessions. Just casual talks about school, stress, and random thoughts at midnight.
But slowly, something shifted.
She became the first person I wanted to tell things to.
When something good happened.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuvGo4x7Kse
When I had a bad day.
And then I noticed something.
I started waiting.
Waiting for her reply.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvjbpCC6dSF
Waiting for her name to light up my screen.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYsJN2Q0p8i
Waiting for that tiny notification sound like it meant more than it should.
The talks became longer.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPtzePbnq7p
The jokes became softer.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMJGfmA4hsU
The “good nights” turned into “don’t sleep yet.”
There was this one night—nothing special on the outside—when we were just laughing about something stupid. And suddenly I caught myself smiling at my phone like an idiot.
That’s when it hit me.
This isn’t just casual anymore.
The “take care” started feeling warmer.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz5TPmfPfKJ
The “have you eaten? ” felt like someone genuinely cared.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXmua6kEn2y
The teasing turned into butterflies.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhJSnz92XA7
The butterflies turned into comfort.
And comfort… turned into attachment.
I didn’t notice the exact moment I fell.
There was no countdown.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAXxuEKdSJa
No warning.
Just one day I realized
She wasn’t just part of my routine.
She was my favorite part of it.
And that’s how it started.
Not with fireworks.
But with simple conversations, I slowly learned how to make my heart beat differently.
There was no courtship.
No dramatic confession under the rain.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa4zQZPeePz
No grand gesture.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0voxHvShGV
No countdown.
One night, in the middle of another ordinary conversation, something changed.
“You know… this feels different now.”
I don’t even remember who said it first.
But I remember the silence after.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwBkaeuRGuP
The kind of silence that isn’t awkward, just heavy with truth.
We both knew.
We both felt it.
There was no need for long explanations because everything had already been said in the way we stayed up for each other… in the way we chose each other every day without announcing it.
“So… are we together now? ”
It sounded simple. Almost careless.
But my heart was anything but calm.
And just like that, we are together.
No courtship.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbZXAvV8dgX
No waiting game.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgSJmfOnopJ
No slow build-up.
Because sometimes, when you’ve talked to someone long enough, when you’ve already shared your fears, your weaknesses, and your real self at 2 a.m. What more is there to prove?
We didn’t need convincing.
We just needed courage.
And for a while, it felt perfect.
It felt easy.
It felt like we skipped the complicated part and went straight to being “us.”
Maybe that was the beauty of it.
Or maybe…
That was where we rushed.
ns216.73.216.141da2
and then Add to home screen.