
😔 Rorisang's heart was beating like a drum, but it was a lonely rhythm, one that only she could hear. She had been crushing on this one person for what felt like an eternity, and it was killing her softly.She would catch glimpses of them in the corridors, laughing with friends, and her heart would skip a beat. She would wonder what it would be like to be the one they were laughing with, to be the one they looked at with that spark in their eye.But every time she mustered up the courage to approach them, she would freeze. What if they didn't feel the same way? What if she made a fool of herself?The person, whose name she didn't even know, seemed oblivious to her existence. They would walk by her, sometimes brushing against her, and Rorisang would feel like she was going to melt into a puddle on the floor.She tried to focus on her studies, but her mind would wander back to them. She would imagine what it would be like to sit next to them in class, to study together, to share a laugh over a cup of coffee.But it was all just a fantasy. The person didn't want her, and Rorisang was left with just her thoughts and her broken heart.She would lie awake at night, wondering what it would take to get them to notice her. Would she have to change who she was? Would she have to be someone else entirely?The pain was suffocating, and Rorisang felt like she was drowning in her own emotions. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.But still, she couldn't help but hope. Maybe, just maybe, one day they would see her, really see her, and they would feel the same way. 😔And so she held on to that hope, even as it seemed like a distant dream. She held on, even as her heart ached with every passing day. Because in the end, it's not about the destination, it's about the journey, and Rorisang's journey was one of heartbreak and longing.

