Playing the Role
397 Words
We started dating.
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And at first—
it was… calm.
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Peaceful.
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Almost too easy.
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She smiled more.
Talked more.
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And around me—
she felt safe.
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That was the part that stood out the most.
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The more I played the role—
the better I became.
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It stopped feeling forced.
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My words came naturally.
My reactions—
timed.
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Everything I had learned—
I was using it now.
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But I didn’t rush it.
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I avoided the mistakes I made before.
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I didn’t chase.
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I let her come to me.
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If I pulled back slightly—
she noticed.
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If I gave attention—
she held onto it.
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So I balanced it.
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Not too much.
Not too little.
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Just enough.
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Sometimes I teased her.
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Not often.
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Just enough to make her react.
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To make her think.
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To make her want more.
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And slowly—
our conversations changed.
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From simple things…
to deeper ones.
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Her life.
Her thoughts.
Her fears.
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She opened up.
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More than I expected.
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More than she probably should have.
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And I listened.
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Carefully.
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Every detail mattered.
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Because the more I knew—
the easier it became.
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She trusted me.
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Completely.
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And when she asked about me—
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I kept it simple.
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Nothing special.
Nothing deep.
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Just enough to answer—
but never enough to reveal.
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I stayed a mystery.
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And she kept trying to understand me.
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That part—
worked every time.
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But somewhere along the way—
something started to feel…
different.
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Not in her.
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In me.
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Because every time she smiled at me—
it was real.
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Every time she held onto my words—
it meant something.
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To her.
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And I knew that.
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I understood it clearly.
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But I didn’t feel it.
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Not the same way.
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And that gap—
between what she felt…
and what I didn’t—
started to grow.
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I noticed it—
but I ignored it.
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Because I had already decided.
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This was a role.
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And I was going to play it.
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No matter how real it started to look.
- Writer
