At least then, he was someone I could admire without pain. I wish he never talked to me, never made me believe in something that would only break me in the end. If this was how it was meant to end, I would rather he had never noticed me at all 5/5

Did he ever actually feel something, or was it just convenient for him in the moment? If I could turn back time, I would go back to those two years when I was happy just admiring him from afar. At least then, I didn’t know what it felt like to be discarded. 4/4

But just as quickly as it started, it ended. He let go so easily, as if those two days, that one night, meant nothing. As if I was nothing. I don’t understand how someone can make you feel special one moment and discard you the next. Was it all just a game? Was I just a temporary thrill? 3/3

And then, we met. For two years, I built up this moment in my head, imagining what it would be like to finally be near him, to hear his voice up close, to have him see me not just as someone in the background but as someone who mattered. And for one night, it felt like I did. 2/2