🌙 It Wasn’t Me. It Wasn’t Her. It Just… Was.

 

2023 felt like a cloud that forgot how to rain.

There was this boy — sweet, familiar, maybe too familiar. He liked my friend. But here’s the twist: she didn’t like him back.
And me? I liked him quietly. The kind of like that curls behind your ribs and hopes no one notices… while secretly hoping someone does.

I waited to see if maybe, just maybe… he’d notice me instead.
But his heart was already floating in someone else's direction — even though that boat wasn’t going to dock. And so the triangle tilted, not painfully, but awkwardly. Like a dance no one had practiced.

Nobody did anything wrong.
No one betrayed anyone.
But it still stung.

Not because I lost something, but because I almost had something.
Because my friend didn’t want him. Because he didn’t want me.
And I didn’t know what to do with the leftovers of a crush that had nowhere to land.

So I did what Luna does: I let it glow through me.
I didn’t fake feelings. I didn’t accept a Valentine I didn’t want. I didn’t pretend.

I just... felt.
And it was enough.