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QuietpoetRK
QuietpoetRK
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Your dark brown hair, your hazel eyes, that smile… and somehow that was enough. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you laughed, the way you spoke like the world had never made you doubt yourself. Your confidence— was something I admired, something I never quite had. And maybe that’s why my heart followed you so easily. They said you were a bad kid freshman year. You said it yourself. But I never cared about the person you were before— that mischievous, somewhat cruel, goofy kid. Maybe freshman year you were only trying to fit in— like we all do. And there was you then— flirty, playful that summer before senior year. I cared about the person standing in front of me. Somewhere between your teasing words and the way you noticed me in small moments, I remember how you’d get right in my face just to be funny, like making me laugh was your favorite thing to do. And somewhere in those moments, without realizing it, my heart chose you. I opened my heart to you. But you never really opened yours to me. Maybe you were only a boy at seventeen— immature, still learning how to grow. Maybe you weren’t ready to understand a heart like mine. And for some reason I never stopped to think about the after. And now here we are. And I was in it all along. Congratulations— I fell for you. Whether you meant to or not, you got me. Maybe to you I was just the kind, vulnerable, easygoing girl– the bookworm you used to tease. Maybe you knew I was different. I didn’t hide behind heavy makeup or try to be someone I wasn’t. I just showed up as the girl I was. Maybe I’ll never know how you really felt about me. But we were seventeen, and I never expected more than the moments we had. Maybe that’s what this was— not a love story, but a lesson. Someday I’ll remember her, the girl I was at seventeen. And somehow, that was enough.
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 3:08 PM UTC
The Story You Never Knew You Were In
Your dark brown hair, your hazel eyes, that smile… and somehow that was enough. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you laughed, the way you spoke like the world had never made you doubt yourself. Your confidence— was something I admired, something I never quite had. And maybe that’s why my heart followed you so easily. They said you were a bad kid freshman year. You said it yourself. But I never cared about the person you were before— that mischievous, somewhat cruel, goofy kid. Maybe freshman year you were only trying to fit in— like we all do. And there was you then— flirty, playful that summer before senior year. I cared about the person standing in front of me. Somewhere between your teasing words and the way you noticed me in small moments, I remember how you’d get right in my face just to be funny, like making me laugh was your favorite thing to do. And somewhere in those moments, without realizing it, my heart chose you. I opened my heart to you. But you never really opened yours to me. Maybe you were only a boy at seventeen— immature, still learning how to grow. Maybe you weren’t ready to understand a heart like mine. And for some reason I never stopped to think about the after. And now here we are. And I was in it all along. Congratulations— I fell for you. Whether you meant to or not, you got me. Maybe to you I was just the kind, vulnerable, easygoing girl– the bookworm you used to tease. Maybe you knew I was different. I didn’t hide behind heavy makeup or try to be someone I wasn’t. I just showed up as the girl I was. Maybe I’ll never know how you really felt about me. But we were seventeen, and I never expected more than the moments we had. Maybe that’s what this was— not a love story, but a lesson. Someday I’ll remember her, the girl I was at seventeen. And somehow, that was enough.
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