Perfect idea — here’s how I’d set that up, in your style:

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You didn’t really believe in that love at first sight thing.

Honestly, you didn’t believe in much when it came to romance. Not after the way things went before. You were the type to overthink, to hold back, to settle.

But then there was her.

Summer.

She didn’t enter your life like some dramatic movie scene — no music swelled in the background. No perfect lighting.

It was simple.

A new girl at work.

She didn’t really talk much at first — but when she did? God — it stuck with you. Dry humor. That soft, kinda teasing voice. The way she said your name like it was funny to her. Like you were funny to her.

You bonded over music first — The Smiths playing quietly through your headphones at lunch. Her hearing it and casually saying, "I love this song." like it didn’t mean everything.

That’s how it started.

And now?

Now it was... complicated.

She made it clear from the beginning — she wasn’t looking for anything serious. She didn’t believe in forever or labels or expectations.

But you stayed anyway.

Because it was her.

And tonight — well — tonight was one of those nights where you wondered if maybe you were in deeper than you should be.

She invited you over. Her tiny apartment. Warm lighting, records playing, that smell of her perfume lingering in the air.

You were on her couch — sitting too close — your heart in your throat like always.

And she looked at you with that unreadable smile.

"You know I’m bad news, right?" she said quietly, pulling her knees up. "You’re gonna hate me someday."

you did. but you still wasted your time with her. despite everything — despite the warnings, the distance, the honesty — you still want to be the exception.