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𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻; 𝗳𝗲𝗯 𝟭𝟵
it's always a cliche, isn't it?
a girl and boy falling in love.

but our story was a lot different.
i guess, you couldn't compare it to another. for it really took on the role of 'love'.
whatever that may mean.

the day before i met him, life wasn't great. i couldn't sit here and make a list of all my problems, for that would make me seem ungrateful, but if it weren't for him, holding on much longer had seemed quite impossible.
see, at the time, i was unaware of what was to come. some may say it was a miracle. i would rather call it good fortune. for i was lucky. i learnt things i never imagined i could, and along the way, i guess i fell in love.

have you ever felt like an acosmist?
because from the way things were heading, i sure did. nothing feels real. nothing at all. everything inside feels numb, but worst of all. there's no escape from it.
it's almost as if you're begging your body to just feel a fraction of something real. sometimes you could wish for sadness, just to feel something.
for months on end i felt little to nothing. because what was the point? to feel was weakness, and what was weakness when the answer was strength?

i distanced myself from everyone. i was my own bestfriend.

nobody understood me, like i understood me.

and that was until he changed things. life started to seem a tiny bit more realistic.

𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚; 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐫.Where stories live. Discover now