Apathy - A monologue written by me, for me
Apathy She smiled at me, like any stranger would. For a brief moment, my attention was caught, magnetically drawn to her eyes. I didn’t know this would be the moment I fell in love until long after it happened. Our first official meeting was an encounter of pure luck. We talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowed effortlessly. I still remember now the first time I heard her laugh: so light, melodic, and beautiful. She had her way of making everyone around her feel special, and in those brief moments, I felt like I was the center of her world. As time passed, we became friends. We shared jokes, stories, and dreams. I learned about her hobbies, her fears, her hopes. She was a near-open book, yet there were still pages I longed to read. Her presence was intoxicating, and I found myself actively seeking her out, craving the tiny moments we spent together. Life got complicated, and at some point, a kind of switch happened. I still don’t entirely know why – and I might neve
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