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You know what’s the worst thing about a one-sided love? Loving someone who will never know the version of them that lives in your mind. The version of him my mind created was nothing like the boy who humiliated me back in Class 8. He was kinder, and somehow, entirely mine, living in the corners of my imagination where no one could hurt me. The one who will love me till infinity and eternity. I would sit and watch him, tracing the edges of his laugh, the way sunlight caught his hair, and imagine moments we’d never share. In my mind, he listened, he cared, he saw me not the version the world mocked, not the one who had been humiliated, but the one I had always hoped to be. And in that silent world, where no one else could reach, I loved him wildly, recklessly, completely even though I knew he would never belong to me. Sometimes, I would watch online tarot readings and manifestation tricks, hoping the universe would someday rewrite our story even if only in the world I created in my mind.
This story is a continuation of a world I began exploring in my first novel. It’s about the versions of people we carry in our hearts the ones we imagine, love, and protect, even when reality is harsher than we’d like. Sometimes, the mind creates a world where we feel safe, where feelings are free, and where we can love without limits. This is one of those worlds. I hope it touches a corner of your heart, even if it’s only quietly, like a thought that lingers long after the page is closed.
This story is a continuation of a world I began exploring in my first novel. It’s about the versions of people we carry in our hearts the ones we imagine, love, and protect, even when reality is harsher than we’d like. Sometimes, the mind creates a world where we fee...
