I just wanted to share this one. This is my alt account. I don't want to be all sappy on my main since that's reserved for my dumbass self.
You know that idea of finding love, but at the wrong time? I've actually experienced that. I had completely forgotten about it until recently, when I was digging through my old photos and chats (don't ask why wahaha). The nostalgia hit me like a truck.
This person brought me so much joy. They made me happy, laughed at my jokes, and were always there for me. Whenever one of us wanted to rant about someone, we'd end up judging them together. Terrible, I know, but hilarious. We really just clicked. We actually met at a coffee shop.
Eventually, they confessed that they had feelings for me. But at that time, my mental health was in a terrible place. I was really struggling with myself, depression and all that. I didn't even realize that I had feelings for them too. Instead, I was just scared and shocked that someone could actually like me, so I rejected them.
After that, things felt... surprisingly normal, like nothing had happened. Maybe because we both understood that some feelings aren't meant to be acted on, no matter how real they are. But as time went on, our chats became shorter and shorter. Life happened, and I was focused on healing myself. Eventually, we drifted apart.
I recently came across their social media account, and they're now in a happy relationship.
I don't have any lingering romantic feelings for them now, but man, the nostalgia really hit me hard with that one.
