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To the man I was never supposed to love,
But fell for anywayโsilently, desperately, hopelessly.
To the professor who taught me about hearts,
While slowly, unknowingly, breaking mine with every cold glance.
To my brother's best friend who was always forbidden territory,
Yet became the only destination my heart ever wanted to reach.
To the one who saw me as a child when I was sixteen,
Not knowing I'd been seeing him as my forever since that very first day.
To the hands that never touched me but lived in every dream,
To the voice that never said my name the way I longed to hear it,
To the distance between us that felt like an ocean I'd drown crossing,
And to the hopeโfoolish, painful, beautiful hopeโ
That maybe, one day, he'd look at me and finally see.
Not his best friend's little sister,
Not just another student in his class,
But me.
The girl who loved him when love made no sense,
Who wanted him when wanting was forbidden,
Who chose him even when he never chose her back.
This story is for you, Ruhaan.
Even if you never read it.
Even if you never know.
Even if this love only ever existed in the shadows,
It was real.
It was mine.
And it was worth every aching, impossible, beautiful moment.
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