Because when it comes to Phi, even the smallest bit feels like more than I deserve. It’s a sick joke, a cruel twist of fate, honestly. I was born a romantic in a house that never knew love. The walls around me were always rigid, always too controlled. There was no space for tenderness, no room for vulnerability. My heart was crafted by hopeless fingers, like the universe dipped my very thread in ambrosia before cruelly weaving me together. I’m a hopeless romantic. Of course, my fate was for me to want the one person I could never have.
