It’s crazy how someone you only meet three times can leave a mark — not because they were “the one,”
but because they woke something up in you.

Let’s call him… “Mountain Guy”.

We didn’t have a grand romance.
There were no fireworks or life-altering confessions.
Just little things — a kiss on the forehead, holding hands, feeling safe in someone else’s touch for a moment.
Simple. Harmless. Sweet.

And yet… it lingered.

It’s been a while since I let anyone that close.
And somehow, that tiny crack of intimacy made me crave more.
Not just more kisses or moments — but more connection.
Consistency.
Commitment.

💬 The Confusing Blurts

At some point, he even blurted out things like,

“Stay here… we could..”

Big words.
But somehow… they felt more like wishful thinking than serious building.

Because when I looked closer, his actions told a different story.

In the end, it felt like I was convenient when it suited him ~ not chosen with excitement, not prioritised with real intention.

And no matter how the sweet the kisses or how soft the blurts sounded, actions will always speak louder than fantasies.

I deserve more than someone who wishes for a future with me in passing.
I deserve someone who builds one ~ with clear actions, real follow-through, and whole hearted presence.

And yet, I gave it a chance.
Not because I want to see more places. But because I missed having company and learning from them.
And as you see, I never thought it would escalate to something like a deep reflection with those missed human touch.

💭 Lessons from a few kisses

I realised:
I wasn’t missing him exactly.
I was missing what I hoped he could become.

And if just a few kisses and warm hand-holding made me feel this much,
I can only imagine how much harder it is for girls who give even more — their bodies, their souls — without commitment in return.

Intimacy is a bond, not a pastime.
And bonds deserve protection.

🌸 No Regrets — Just Gratitude and Grace

I don’t hate him.
I don’t even regret it.
He reminded me that my heart still works. That I’m still capable of feeling, of wanting, of dreaming.
And that’s a gift in itself.

But here’s the thing:
I deserve someone who doesn’t just awaken my softness —
I deserve someone who honors it.

Someone who holds my hand and holds my heart.
Someone who shows up — not just in fleeting moments, but in everyday choices.

And so, Mountain Guy, thank you for the sweet little chapter.
But I’m writing a bigger story — and you’re probably not the ending.

Perhaps a footnote I’ll look back on and smile. 🌷

📝 To my dear readers…

If you’re reading this and you’ve ever felt silly for feeling things “too fast” — you’re not silly. You’re not too much.
You’re just made for real love.
And the right person will know it from the start. 🤍

🌷 About the Author

Abie is a writer, traveler, and heart-first woman navigating life with grace, growth, and unwavering self-respect.

She believes in soft hearts and strong boundaries — and is learning to choose herself more bravely, one story at a time.