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After submitting my documents to the professor, 1 parked my bags and texted my ends place, 

I never had many friends growing up, but she was the one person tally understood ne 

Since I was moving abroad, i knew our chances to see eroties sent become 

That night, we drank a lot of wine, reminding done the past, taking the game ne dreaming about the future. 

Two girls curled up on the couch, sharing, secrets and song as 

In the end, she looked at me and said, 

“I admire you. You chased love fearlessly, but when you realized it was draining yo clarity to walk away. That takes real strength 

I smiled faintly, gazing out at the city lights twinkling against the rig 

“If you love, love fully,” I said. 

“Don’t leave room for regrets, but don’t lose yourself in the process* 

We talked late into the night before drifting off to sleep. 

The next morning, I was jolted awake by my alarm. 

Half–asleep, I instinctively opened my chat with Ethan. 

I hadn’t come home all night. 

Yet, there were no calls, no texts from him. 

A wave of sadness washed over me. 

I had bent over backward, compromising for him at every turn, convincing myself that if I held on long enough, things would get better. 

But in the end, I realized I’d overestimated him–and underestimated my own worth. 

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I sent him a message: 

“Last night, I dreamed of Cupid. He said we’re not meant to be.” 

“If there’s no future, let’s not waste each other’s time. It’s over.” 

Moving abroad wasn’t easy at first, but I adjusted. 

My French was far from perfect, but thankfully, I had a teacher who spoke fluent English and helped 

me settle in. 

Life felt full–busy and vibrant. 

Loneliness wasn’t part of the equation. 

Recently, I’d been preparing for a design competition. 

Winning could mean a huge boost for my career. 

One night, I worked late, staring out at the sprawling city lights that stretched endlessly into the 

horizon. 

It looked like a sea of stars, burning against the darkness. 

Ethan’s eyes–those clear, bright eyes–flashed in my 

mind. 

When I first arrived, I hadn’t been happy. 

The love I’d held onto for so many years, the feelings I’d poured into him, had etched him into every corner of my memory. 

I couldn’t stop missing him, no matter how hard I tried. 

But eventually, I had to face the truth: he didn’t love me. 

Accepting that was the only way I could begin to let him go, piece by painful piece. 

Just as I lost myself in thought, my phone rang. 

I answered, but no one spoke. 

All I could hear was the wind rushing through the line and the faint sound of breathing on the other 

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“Hello?” 

I asked, just as I was about to hang up, 

Finally, a voice broke through. “Holly.” 

I froze. 

It was Ethan. 

How did he even get my number? 

Hearing his voice left me speechless. 

I didn’t know what to say, or how to feel. 

“Holly,” he continued, his voice softer now, “the sunflowers outside Riverdale are in full bloom. We promised we’d go see them together.” 

Sunflowers bloom in the summer, and I’d begged Ethan every year to go with me. 

I’d seen videos of the sunflower fields–they looked stunning. 

And I loved sunflowers. 

Every July, I’d pester him, hoping he’d finally say yes. 

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