The Once Enchanted is a poignant journey through silent love, quiet prayers, and the ache of letting go. When two souls briefly cross paths, one remains captivated by the other in silence, holding onto a connection that could never fully bloom. Set against the backdrop of everyday office life, one girl finds herself drawn to someone she barely knows. A stolen glance, a shy wave, a birthday confession that changes everything — and yet, time and circumstances seem determined to keep them apart.

What began as simple admiration slowly morphs into a tangled web of feelings she can no longer ignore. She never meant to fall for him. But when he becomes everything her heart notices, it becomes impossible to pretend the feelings aren’t there.

But timing isn’t always kind. And sometimes, love isn't enough — even when it's never fully realized.

In The Once Enchanted, experience the bittersweet beauty of a love that was never returned, the heartache of unspoken words, and the fragile dance between holding on and letting go. Through raw letters, tender confessions, and the deep longing of what could have been, this is a story about the quietest loves that echo the loudest.

Who is the "once enchanted"? Who is the person at the center of a love that never got the chance to fully unfold? The answers are buried between each word, and you may find yourself wishing for what you can never have — just as the characters do.

Step into a world where the quietest hearts speak the loudest.

After weeks of quiet glances and silent what-ifs, I never imagined fate would bring him closer — especially on a day I never meant to stand out.


It was my birthday at the office — a day I had hoped would pass quietly. I brought donuts for my team, not realizing most were working from home. The break room felt too big, the celebration too small. Out of quiet embarrassment, I invited the other team to join — including him.


I hadn't meant for it to happen that way.


But fate — clumsy, mischievous — had other plans.


Instead of my friend calling everyone else first, she called him.


The moment I heard his name, my heart dropped. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, nerves scrambling in all directions.


Still, somehow — through the panic and pounding heartbeat — I found the courage to invite him myself. Properly, this time.


He smiled. That quiet, gentle smile of his. And said yes.


We walked together to the outdoor area — just the two of us.


He made small talk, and I nodded along, only half-hearing, half-dreaming.


Then, casually, almost playfully, he asked: "Were you the one who sent the perfume?"


My heart nearly stopped. I could barely meet his eyes.


But I nodded. "Yes," I said, my voice barely a whisper.


He smiled again. "Matagal na," he said softly — he had known for a long time.


Something inside me trembled. A mix of fear, relief, and the need to finally say it — all of it.


That yes, I liked him. That I didn't expect anything from him. That my feelings weren't meant to pressure or confuse.


I just wanted to know him. To be friends, if he would let me. Nothing more. No expectations. No demands.


He looked at me for a moment — quietly, thoughtfully. Then, he smiled. Offered his hand.


And said, "Let's not be awkward. We can be friends."


That moment — small, simple, and sincere — felt like sunlight cracking through a long, quiet sky.


We even took a photo together. I tucked it away like a fragile treasure, a memory I didn't want to lose.


Later, I added him on Instagram. He followed back. A tiny, glowing ember of hope lit inside me — warm, real.


And for a little while, that was enough.


Chapter 6 - Chapter 2: A Shy Celebration