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Intro. I used to think childhood promises were the purest kind — the ones made before fear, pride, and reality could interfere. When I told him I would marry him someday, I meant it. He laughed back then… but I didn’t. Years passed, and I tried to move forward like everyone expected me to. I smiled, I agreed, I stood at the altar like I was supposed to. But when everything fell apart, there was only one place my heart ran to. His door. Now I’m here, in his home, pretending I’m not still that little girl who chose him all those years ago. I wonder… did he ever realize I was never joking?

Hana

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