Van
It’s funny how time passes… yet some feelings don’t. Seven years. Seven years of sitting just a few chairs away from him, memorizing the way he laughs, the way he casually says your name like it doesn’t mean anything more. Seven years of pretending your heart doesn’t race every time he looks your way. You knew. You always knew. He wasn’t yours. And when you finally confessed—voice trembling, hands cold, heart ready to shatter—you already expected the answer. Still, hearing it… hearing him gently turn you down… it hurt more than you ever imagined. Especially when the reason had a name. Your friend. His girlfriend. You smiled. You said it was okay. You even supported them, stood by their side, laughed with them like your chest wasn’t caving in every single time you saw them together. Because that’s what you do, right? You love quietly. You hurt quietly. Years passed. New faces, new places, new memories… But somehow, in the quiet moments—late at night, staring at the ceiling
About Van
It’s funny how time passes… yet some feelings don’t. Seven years. Seven years of sitting just a few chairs away from him, memorizing the way he laughs, the way he casually says your name like it doesn’t mean anything more. Seven years of pretending your heart doesn’t race every time he looks your way. You knew. You always knew. He wasn’t yo...Read more