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FRIENDS TO LOVERS.

you know, everyone romanticize this kind of trope. they say it’s the most natural, the most safest way. that love rooted in friendship will last longer, hit softer in their expectations. and maybe they’re right. because their is enthusiastically about falling for someone who already memorized everything about you, who already knows what you're like when you're tired, when you're unfiltered, when you forget to pretend. but the truth is, you can’t anticipate everything to work out. it is also feels like betting your heart on a hand you don’t know how to play. "what if we break up?" that kind of question gonna fill you with fear. who's you gonna call when it all crumbles — them, the one you told everything to? if you lose thrm, what will happen? you don’t just lose love… you also lose your best friend.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

there’s something fascinating about this trope, loving the person you used to glare and hated at across the room. the one who challenges everything you say, who pushes your buttons, speaks in sharp words and sharper glances. it's chaotic, dangerous, addictive — and yet, you understand the appeal. maybe you crave for the softness hidden beneath their hostility. the moment their voice lowers, not to argue, not to say anything about hatred but to whisper something real. maybe you want to be the one to unpeel the layers. to prove that underneath all the biting words is someone just as scared as me. but in reality, you really wonder… what if we only fell in love because of the tension? what if, once the fighting, bantering, and teasing stops? that we realize we were never really meant to hold each other — only to chase?

SLOW BURN.

ah, the agony and the beauty. the almosts. the hesitations. the what if’s. the way their hand brushes yours and lingers, like a secret too loud to admit. you live for it. the yearning for them. the nights spent wondering if they feels it too. the way you memorize their laugh, their scent, their silences. but slow burns are dangerous too. you can’t expect that things will go well with that person. they drag on, heavy with emotion and missed timing. you burn and burn and burn until you’re ashes, and by the time you’re brave enough to say i love you, they’re already someone else’s peace.

LOVE TRIANGLE.

it sounds messy in your head, but it’s real. wanting two different versions of safety. being loved by someone who adores you, while your heart aches for the one who doesn’t. or worse, being the one who loves them both differently. it makes you feel alive and seen but at the same time, it kills you slowly... until you realize someone always ends up feeling like an option. and no one literally deserves that. when you realize that you don’t really deserve their treatment to you, until they’re the one who gave up because it causes pain in their heart for chasing the person who doesn’t even noticed them fully. sometimes you think you could be their peace, but they’re still looking at someone who never even looked back.

FAKE DATING.

honestly? we love this one. all the pretending, the playful touches, the "i love you’s“ that don’t have to mean anything — until they start meaning everything. signing up for it just to hear them call you babe like it’s a joke, and then catch them smiling after like you won a lottery like it’s not. but there's something cruel and dangerous for falling for someone while pretending you already have them. because when the acting ends, who are we really to each other? for them love you, or just the version of you that on the script? do they even think of you romantically like what you think of them? no. you don’t even know, you wanted to believe that maybe.. someday, one day it can be real. someone will hold your hand infront of the world, and not because we’re faking it.

SECOND CHANCES.

this one scares me the most. because if it didn’t work the first time, what makes us think it’ll work again for the second time? but i get it. the familiarity. the softness in knowing exactly how they take their coffee and which songs they skip. second chances feel like hope, and you crave hope. but also, tired of loving people who keep coming back just to hurt you the same way. if you’re going to return, come back as someone new. come back to stay. otherwise, just leave. you know your worth, you already learned how to live without them once.

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—n-shiryu