This novel is not a sexualiztion or romanticization of obsession in any way. I don't support unhealthy relationships in any way.
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Intersecting lines always meet – they're exact opposites, but yet somehow they still meet, if only for a brief moment.
I can still recall the very day I met you – a snowy day where the snowflakes fell like an endless sight before my mundane eyes, and as each snowflake fell, my patience only grew thinner waiting for a friend I was expecting. I think she called me out there that day to tell me about her engagement. That I already knew about.
I remember the incandescent warmth that randomly appeared in me, only to find out that the once unknown temptation that accompanied by the warmth was from you. Your existence is the reason I felt that.
You, Angelica, are the person I wanted to be. You were perfect – you're still perfect. But why can't I just be like you? Why can't I stop feeling like I need to become you? I miss you when you leave, even if only for a second. I need you.
I still miss you... But I was immature. We were both immature; you were just a little more mature than me. I realized I messed up. I should've never used you the way I did. I'm sorry for what I did back then. Even though it's been two years, I still can't let you go. I bet if we met now instead of then, we'd be great friends – just like how you wanted it to be.