She was tired of them all. Every boy who came into her life and left without leaving anything behind. Three exes and not a single first kiss, not a single touch that lingered. She had loved deeply even when they did not.
Except one.
He had left her for someone else while she loved him with everything she had, online. Every late-night message, every thought shared across screens, every feeling that tied her to him was ignored. But then he realized she was the one he could not forget. Now he kept coming back.
She wanted to be with him, she really did. But trust had been broken and the fear of crying alone kept her away. She would not give him a chance because she could not risk being left again.
On a quiet afternoon she scrolled through her phone, doing what made her feel free. TikTok dances, Instagram stories, selfies that captured her smile even when her heart was heavy. Her phone buzzed and she saw his name. A shiver ran through her. She had been avoiding him, ignoring him, but he would not stop. His messages were long, full of love and realization, but she stared at them without replying.
She knew love more than anyone she met. She could read its patterns and its shadows. Words could not trap her, could not pull her into giving up her safety. Yet she wanted to be noticed by him, even if she refused to open her heart.
Messages from other boys came, casual and easy. She ignored them all. People smiled when she walked by drawn to the quiet light she carried. Her aura attracted attention without effort. Yet only one had left a mark deep enough to echo in her chest, the one who left and kept returning, refusing to leave her mind.
She looked at her reflection, lips curving into a mix of mischief and melancholy. One day she would understand hearts, maybe even her family's tangled emotions. She wanted to become a psychologist and untangle the messy web of human feelings that trapped so many.
For now she lived between online love and cautious self-protection, between Instagram filters and real emotions, between messages that made her heart flutter and the silent walls of her home that both protected and suffocated her.
She was a girl who loved too much, hurt quietly, and dreamed of touching hearts in ways no one understood. She had exes three of them, all ghosts of what could never be, except the one who haunted her days and reminded her that some loves were never simple.