I will cry first, then I'll Move on

I hate man. But I don't want to.
After surviving a love that ruined her, Ruvi swore she'd never trust again.
Until she met him.
He didn't ask for her heart. He just looked at her like he already owned it.

No confessions. No promises. Just the kind of tension that makes silence feel dangerous.

She doesn't know if it's real - or just another illusion.

But if she looks at him one more time...

She might never look away again.

To all the girls who wanted to be loved like the fictional man do.
Who dreamed of forehead kisses and long, wordless stares.
Who believed in promises that sounded like poetry.
Who waited for someone to choose them - fully, finally.

And instead...
They got boys who didn't look back.
Who texted less and lied more.
Who loved the idea of being loved, but never learned how to give it.

This story is for you.
For us.

The girls who still believe - not in perfect love, but in real love.
The kind we deserve. The kind that hasn't found us yet...
but will.