As the night wore on, the initial excitement of the reunion began to wane, replaced by a more subdued atmosphere. Small groups formed and reformed, conversations drifting from one topic to another.
I found myself lingering near the refreshment table, watching as people moved around the room in a dance of familiarity and formality.
It was then that I noticed my childhood crush again, this time standing alone, their expression contemplative.
I hesitated, the weight of words unspoken making my feet feel heavy.
But I knew this might be my only chance to get answers.
With a deep breath, I made my way over to them, each step measured and deliberate.
They looked up as I approached, a small, polite smile playing on their lips.
“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Hey,” they replied, their tone just as careful.
There was a pause, an awkward beat where neither of us seemed to know what to say next.
“It’s been a while,” I ventured, trying to bridge the gap between us.
“Yeah, it has,” they agreed, their eyes flickering away again.
Another pause stretched between us, the silence saying more than words could.
My mind raced, searching for the right words to unlock the truth I felt hanging in the air.
“I’ve thought about you a lot,” I finally admitted, the words feeling heavy yet freeing.
They nodded, their expression unreadable. “Same here,” they said softly.
Their admission hung between us, a tether to the past we both seemed to be tiptoeing around.
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