Aijikan
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We met in kindergarten. From day one, we clicked like two puzzle pieces—not because we were destined or anything, but because our moms were practically BFFs. They were so close that, naturally, we ended up doing everything together—playing, eating, and even bathing. I mean, at that age, personal space isn’t exactly a concept.
She was cute, sure, but I was no simp. Let’s get that straight. It’s just that she was... way too much. Her beauty was off the charts, and I didn’t hold back in telling her. Blatantly. Repeatedly. Not because I wanted anything—she was just that stunning and admirable to me.
Then came 2020, and life hit me with a plot twist. She moved to Russia. I stayed behind like every other kid, locked in the same four walls, becoming best friends with my Wi-Fi router. But before leaving, she gave me a watch—a ridiculously expensive, luxurious one. And, yeah, it’s not like I kept it because it was a token of our friendship or anything sentimental. Nope. I kept it because, let’s face it, you don’t casually toss 800$ in the bin.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it. We were just good friends, and that was that. But when I hit 7th grade, I understood that it was a first love thing.
For the next two years, I nursed this innocent, teenage crush. And then, life did its thing again, and she sort of faded into the background. I moved on—or so I thought.
Fast forward to four days ago: Bam! News hits that she’s coming back. After finishing her college studies in Russia, she’s planning to do her university studies here. At first, I didn’t even recognize her name when someone mentioned it. But when it clicked? Oh man, the drama I expected… didn’t happen.
I was totally... normal.
No heart-pounding, no butterflies, no nothing. Because, you see, I’ve matured. She’s matured. We’ve both got separate lives and decisions now. I mean, sure, I’m single right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ve been living under a rock. I’ve dated before and been in relationships. (Okay, not a lot, but still.)
But here’s the thing—she’s still breathtakingly beautiful, I got to know that after seeing her insta :) And while I’ve grown out of the whole “starry-eyed childhood crush” thing, let’s be honest here: if she’s single, I’m definitely taking a shot. I mean, come on—why waste an opportunity?
And guess what? She’s arriving tonight. Her house is right next to ours, and our families are already planning to roll out the red carpet for her homecoming. Naturally, I can’t exactly step out of this reunion. They’re all about reminiscing, “Oh, you two were such good friends! Remember when you two used to bathe together?” But they are never understanding we are not kids anymore
Yeah, that’s the nightmare I’m walking into. But hey, wish me luck. Who knows? Maybe childhood dreams do get second chances.
She was cute, sure, but I was no simp. Let’s get that straight. It’s just that she was... way too much. Her beauty was off the charts, and I didn’t hold back in telling her. Blatantly. Repeatedly. Not because I wanted anything—she was just that stunning and admirable to me.
Then came 2020, and life hit me with a plot twist. She moved to Russia. I stayed behind like every other kid, locked in the same four walls, becoming best friends with my Wi-Fi router. But before leaving, she gave me a watch—a ridiculously expensive, luxurious one. And, yeah, it’s not like I kept it because it was a token of our friendship or anything sentimental. Nope. I kept it because, let’s face it, you don’t casually toss 800$ in the bin.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it. We were just good friends, and that was that. But when I hit 7th grade, I understood that it was a first love thing.
For the next two years, I nursed this innocent, teenage crush. And then, life did its thing again, and she sort of faded into the background. I moved on—or so I thought.
Fast forward to four days ago: Bam! News hits that she’s coming back. After finishing her college studies in Russia, she’s planning to do her university studies here. At first, I didn’t even recognize her name when someone mentioned it. But when it clicked? Oh man, the drama I expected… didn’t happen.
I was totally... normal.
No heart-pounding, no butterflies, no nothing. Because, you see, I’ve matured. She’s matured. We’ve both got separate lives and decisions now. I mean, sure, I’m single right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ve been living under a rock. I’ve dated before and been in relationships. (Okay, not a lot, but still.)
But here’s the thing—she’s still breathtakingly beautiful, I got to know that after seeing her insta :) And while I’ve grown out of the whole “starry-eyed childhood crush” thing, let’s be honest here: if she’s single, I’m definitely taking a shot. I mean, come on—why waste an opportunity?
And guess what? She’s arriving tonight. Her house is right next to ours, and our families are already planning to roll out the red carpet for her homecoming. Naturally, I can’t exactly step out of this reunion. They’re all about reminiscing, “Oh, you two were such good friends! Remember when you two used to bathe together?” But they are never understanding we are not kids anymore
Yeah, that’s the nightmare I’m walking into. But hey, wish me luck. Who knows? Maybe childhood dreams do get second chances.
I wish you good cats~. ???
