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PLATONIC LOVE

My Journal – Week One

Greetings! It was surprising to realize that my platonic love turned out to be none other than one of my own classmates. At first, she didn’t even remember my name. It didn’t bother me much because I didn’t think we would end up talking beyond the usual class discussions. However, fate had other plans. Our lecturer paired us together for a group project, and that’s when everything changed. Working on the assignment has only brought us closer. After countless hours of talking about our group project, we eventually talk more than just the project. Even when the group work was completed, we kept chatting, slowly become strangers to friends.

My Journal – Week Two

Greetings! The more time we spent together, the more that we realized how much we enjoyed each other’s conversation. We start having normal conversations and after that we start to hangout a lot after that. We quickly become close friend because we have the same taste in music, food and hobbies. Our hobbies include watching anime, k-drama, listen to music and collect toys. Our classmates started calling us the “dynamic duo” because we were always seen together, laughing and sharing inside jokes. I found myself looking forward to seeing her every day, craving the comfort of her presence. But amidst all the laughter and shared moments, I noticed something unexpected stirring within me—a feeling that wasn’t entirely platonic. I started developing romantic feelings for her, which both excited and scared me.

My Journal- Week Three

But then something unexpected happened. She started to treat me differently, moving away from her warmth and toward avoidance. I decided to ask some of her friends if they knew what was going on because I was confused and scared. It was then that I realized the reality. It transpired that she had been smitten with me from the beginning of the group project, ever since our initial pairing. She mistook my feelings for something else, which made her withdraw out of fear of being harmed. Her acquaintances disclosed that she thought highly of me since I was a helpful, kind person who always had others' best interests in mind. They told me she felt I was cute and that my talkative and amorous temperament was charming. Having heard all of this made my heart race.

I eventually spotted her sitting by herself in the library after expending nearly all of my energy trying to locate her. I worked up the nerve to approach her, but she initially ignored me. "Maybe she's not the one for me," I thought to myself. But I didn't give up. I gently persisted, told her how I felt, and explained that I liked her for the reason that, despite her occasional outbursts, she was such a sweet person. I admitted that I was drawn to her because I admired how unabashedly authentic she was. Her cheeks flushed crimson red, and suddenly, in an instant that seemed to come out of a dream, she reached for my hand. The library, filled with no sounds only silence, all the books in the library, bore witness to the transformation of our relationship. From that day on, we were no longer just the dynamic duo. We became something more like our own version of Romeo and Juliet, bound by a connection that started with friendship but turned into something far deeper and more meaningful.