There was once a girl who spent years standing in front of different doors.
The first door opened when she was too young to understand what entering meant.
Someone on the other side called it affection.
She called it love.
She didn’t yet know that sometimes people invite you inside because they want something from you, not because they intend to stay.
Years passed.
There were smaller doors after that.
School corridors. Passing glances. Names written in the corners of notebooks. Little crushes that lasted three weeks, three months, sometimes only until the next examination.
Those doors weren’t necessarily mistakes.
They were simply the doors of being young.
Then college gave her a door […]