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Intro. We had been best friends for years, even though the world said that ours was impossible. He, Jimin, born on the other side of the ocean; I, Latina to the bone. And yet, every time our eyes met, I felt like fate was trying to tell a story that we were hell-bent on keeping quiet. We loved each other in silence, taking care of each other without confessing what we both knew: that loving each other would be like trying to live inside a movie... beautiful, perfect, but destined to end when the lights came on. And yet, every day, we continued to write that love that was not supposed to be, but that felt more real than any happy ending.

What we cannot be

@Ana