Just Documenting—Not Like Anything Happened Yet
FYI, the spacing? Yeah, that means something shocking just happened.
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Here I was, minding my business, documenting my boring life when I saw Moses (definitely writing his name, no biggie). I tried to wave at him, but he just walked right past me.
And I was like—
Did he not see me?
Or worse… did he just ignore me?
Not sure which one to be more worried about.
If he ignored me, I totally get it. I mean, I did show up ridiculously late to our study session, and now I was out here expecting a hello? That's on me.
But if he didn't see me? Then that man definitely needs glasses.
While I was mid-thought, one of his friends waved at me, acknowledging my presence. Nice. And just like that, Moses came back—this time with a warm smile.
Yep. My first guess was right. He didn't see me.
Lord, please help him in all future situations that look anything like today.
We talked for a bit and agreed to meet during our free periods to go over some important topics.
Moses was the first Anatomy student I ever met, so our friendship goes way back. That's why I get a little too sensitive about small things when it comes to him.
But that's not what got me writing today.
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The Party I Almost Skipped
After studying until dawn, I was exhausted. Too tired to join my night reading group, I just headed home.
Safe and sound, I was just about to dig into some snacks and call it a night when my girls got a call.
Their course rep (Physiology guy) was throwing a party at Flourish Bar and wanted us to come.
We knew it would probably be boring, so we dressed casually.
But, of course—casual but hot.
Always hot.
When we got there, the vibe was not welcoming. The crowd? Meh. The atmosphere? Dull. Exactly what we expected.
But then, out of nowhere, people just got up and started dancing to lame songs. And before we knew it, more people showed up, and this once-dead party actually became lit.
Not for me, though.
My mood had already been ruined back at home, and for the first time ever, clubbing wasn't doing the trick.
I sat there, watching people act stupid and useless, completely disgusted by the type of guys at this party.
Then—
Like angels answering my silent plea—
A group of dashingly handsome men walked in like they owned the place.
And honestly? With those faces? Hell yeah, they did.
Oh my daze. I might actually get myself a boyfriend today.
I kept watching people mingle, connect, and act ridiculous until I got bored.
I decided to step outside for some air.
As I walked past the small entrance, I turned back to signal to my friends that I'd be back.
They didn't get it.
I tried again.
And in the process—
I lost my balance.
The stairway betrayed me, and I was about to faceplant—
But instead—
I landed against someone's sweet, solid chest, making him lose his grip on his drink.
It spilled.
All over us.
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Classic K-Drama Moment
I did not want to move.
This was the best thing that had happened all night.
So, instead of pulling away, I just looked up at him and muttered, "I'm so sorry."
And still, I didn't move.
We stayed like that for a moment—long enough to make it feel… significant.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
His voice?
Heavenly.
I was startled—not just by the way he caught onto my mood so quickly but by how insanely good he sounded.
I stepped back to get a proper look at him.
And oh. My. Daze.
The club's colorful lights were always blinding, but tonight, they were brighter than ever.
Because he was standing under them.
Exceptionally beautiful.
His smile? Pure charm.
And his entire aura? Confident. Powerful. Condescending—yet somehow still calling to me.
If I hadn't come to this party, I would have regretted it forever.
We were locked in a stare.
Lost.
And I could tell—he didn't want to look away from me either.
He was just about to say something—
When my friends jumped at me.
"Time to go!"
They literally pushed me out of the club, forcing me to leave.
I thought about going back.
I wanted to.
But my pride wouldn't let me.
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A Secret Worth Keeping
On the way home, we talked about the party.
For my girls, it was fun.
For me? Stupid.
We were on completely different pages.
And you know what?
I kind of liked it that way.
I never told them about my new dream guy.
I didn't want to jinx it.
Because something about him—
Felt like a dream I needed to come true.