sed in casual occurrences, but time had turned him into an enigma, producing untold fantasies and dreams. I

ual wave sending ripples throu

lift the corners of my mouth into a genui

ng days spent peeping at him while in cla

t like honey, certainly sweet but thick with tension. The swell of no

l," I added, hoping it didn't sound too

th to take. But

extinguished by the passage of time. Perhaps we were just two lost souls navigat

nt apart. But with every friendly interaction, every seemingly innocent question about love liv

one filled with sleepless nights and moments of solitud

could see the glamorous lives painted vividly against the backdrop of our you

undue pressure on me, demanding validation for a life that felt so riddled with

f recent wedding plans and in the midst of self-disc

lied quietly, feeling s

loose once in a while," Rachel encouraged

ion, though my mind swirled back to the remn

ear of not measuring up, flushed with the undertone of being

inside, the acceptance of my medical career seemed to unravel. I battled between feeling proud

en my past and an uncertain future. Among the poised laughter and familiar acclaim,

arked later, pulling me back into conversation. I nodde

f nostalgia. With each passing moment, I sensed the echoes of old friendships

nful reminders of paths I hadn't chosen, or perhaps, paths that had chosen me. E

eemed just out of reach. The weight of expectations had become oppre

from the blur of jubilance, yearning for clarity amidst the chaos. Leaning

that moment, a flicker of determination sparked within me. Whatever my choices had been, I still he

e, he couldn't fill the void left by my own doubts. Curious to know who Javier Mortis was, I opened my purse and picked up my phone

st bachelors of New York. No one knows who he is as he has never shown his face to the med

wealthy heir. Palming my face, I regret mentioning his name as