A Familiar Connection
After that first encounter, things unfolded almost by chance. I didn’t even ask where she was from—it was one of my friends who mentioned that she had ties to Palembang too. Technically, she wasn’t born there, but her father was, which made her part of the same hometown story. Somehow, that tiny piece of shared identity broke the walls of hesitation. Maybe that’s why I found myself speaking up, or trying to start a conversation—I can’t quite remember. What I do remember is the feeling: that subtle boost of courage you only get when someone feels a little bit like home.
The Night We Talked A lot
It was one of those random nights in our Discord channel—I can't even remember when exactly—but the talk soon shifted to relationships. I listened as someone shyly hinted at making a move on her, a topic that felt both casual and electric in the late-night air. At that moment, it hit me: she already knew my real name, Rafi. My friends always used it, even though online I usually go by Glyqh. Hearing her use it caught me off guard—a subtle reminder that she straddled the line between my private world and the social circle of friends.
Her own name, though, remained a secret she held close. She valued her privacy, and there was something intriguing about her quiet reserve. For now, I call her "cornflower"—bright yet understated—even if her favorite flowers are lilies or roses. Somehow, cornflower just fits.
As things got tense, I jumped in with a wild suggestion: "Why don't you and G(this certain someone) pretend to date as a gimmick?" I only meant it as a joke, hoping to lighten the mood.
When it comes to love advice, I'm actually pretty confident—like a pro consultant, but for romance. Strangely, though, I rarely share my own relationship stories. My experiences have always been positive and lasting, but I keep them private. Even among my closest friends, I almost never talk about the past. For me, listening and entertaining comes easily; opening up is another matter entirely.
Shared Moments and Future Stories
I’m not going to dive into all the details of how the conversation unraveled or how the drama exploded, but the bottom line is—we really talked that night. We skipped past the awkward phase, even the usual introductions that you'd expect in a random Discord chat. And here’s the crazy part: I’m a huge movie fan, especially romance and romcoms, and she turned out to be a total movie freak too. Like, seriously, what are the odds? At first, we watched movies together with others on the Discord, but when rumors and more drama started swirling, we just stuck to watching movies together to avoid all the gossip.
Remember when I said I don’t open up easily? That’s no lie. I was raised to handle problems on my own, keep quiet, prove myself first, and never show sadness around others. Yet this girl—who I’ve known less than a month, only online, and whose real name I don’t even know—managed to get me to open up. Actually, I kind of made her open up to me first. I believe when someone has a person to share their story with, or vent to, it lightens the burden and brings relief. I’ve never truly had that before—except maybe once, three years ago. Even to my closest friends, I barely talk about past relationships, family stuff, or my downfall story—the one that made me humble.
The way she talks and her vibe—it’s like she casts a spell that makes you feel safe and comfy enough to spill every little secret. Sure, sometimes her advice is a bit “meh,” but most of the time, just listening to her and opening up feels like giving my brain a cheat code to solving problems. Witchcraft? I don’t know. Maybe she’s actually a goddess in disguise? Because honestly, she’s a princess, a queen, and she totally owns it.
She’s a strong girl with giant dreams—the kind of person who doesn’t just talk the talk but walks the catwalk of life. And guess what? She’s the one who made me want to level up in life. I thought my standards were high before, but nope, she blasted them into the stratosphere. And me? A competitive dude through and through—I live for those challenges that make you sweat and hustle hard.
Even better, she helped me quit smoking. Now, I’d tried quitting since last year, and two other girls (just friends, no drama) told me to quit too—and guess what? Nada, zilch, no success. But with her? Five weeks smoke-free and counting. Seriously, this girl has the voice of a goddess—everything she says either makes you smile, feel pumped, or both. Honestly, I’m running out of words here.
Oh, and remember how I said I’m a movie lover? Well, she’s way beyond that, like a full-on movie freak. A freaky freak! (The good kind, not over the top.) She’s watched way more movies than I have, like, seriously, what the heck? She’s even a hardcore Star Wars fan. She basically forced me to watch Star Wars many, many, many, many times. (I never really liked it back then, but I gave it another shot. Still not a fan LOL! Please don’t be mad, okay?).
She also has amazing music taste. Oh yeah, she loves to tease me about how “mid” my music choices are. Honestly, she’s right, my playlist was pretty mid. But thanks to her, it’s a lot better now. So if you’re reading this, thank you!
We’ve spent countless nights, and mornings, on calls just chatting nonsense, laughing, or diving into deep talks. It’s crazy how natural and casual it all feels, like we’ve known each other forever.
Well, I still have a lot more to write, hopefully one day this will become a whole book. But for now, I’m going to pause here. Sorry if it feels a bit rushed, but I know you’re sick right now, and it’s a tough one. I hope this little note, this story, brings a smile to your face, or maybe even a little laugh (but not too much, save your energy!).
I really hope you feel much, much better in the days to come because I miss our talks. I miss your whining, your random rants, honestly, I just miss you. Sorry again if this feels rushed, but I promise I’ll keep going with this, hopefully all the way until we’re in our 90s, still building stories together.
The story might be short, but everything that happened led to the start of our growth. Sorry that I edited things and added corny, childish texts. I should’ve been more grateful for everything. Honestly, I’m sorry. I apologize, and you don’t need to be sorry for your part. It was your story, and I should’ve handled it better.
I was confused back then because you suddenly wanted to end it, that’s all. I apologize once again. No, I APOLOGIZE because ever since you mentioned this rambling, I’ve been reminiscing all the moments we had, and it made me think about you again even when I thought I was already over it and it made my mind and heart hurt, i feel uneasy until now, that's why i'm updating this and probably will send to you later because i feel like i have to do it.
I feel bad. I feel like a jerk. I wasn’t myself. I shouldn’t have said that. I value you, and I don’t want to hurt you. Wished we could still talk like normal friends but i guess you probably don't want to and that's okay it's my fault anyway. Once again I'm sorry and hopefully you are doing better than ever.
5:49 AM 2nd Jan, Was looking at my notes and i found..this, its called "last dance.txt" Oct 19th '25. idk what i was thinking writing this lol ;
Even tho i haven't liked you or loved you romantically yet from back then, i rlly thought i could wife you up, i had that thought for a second back then, but it feels so impossible because of you not wanting to change..I'm stupid at the first place thinking about that, money was and never will be my problem, so i thought with that big dream of yours having fancy stuffs, houses, and travel i thought..I fucking thought..I'm an idiot, sorry i typed this when ur feeling down or hard i really want you to know that i used to had this thoughts, i rlly thought that i could be the person where you can vent to everything without needing to cover up shit. I guess i'm not.
Gua lupa perasaan, atau my mood was writing this? but i think it was after idk i got the cutoff message? decided to just add it here so i feel at ease i've moved on anyways.