A raw, intimate, and unflinchingly honest novel about the kind of love that keeps you awake at night-the unreturned kind. This is not a story of neat endings or grand gestures. It's about the quiet torture of loving someone who may never love you back, the longing that lingers long after the conversations end, and the haunting question of what it means to be "almost chosen."Through confessions that read like diary entries and reflections woven with the echoes of books, films, and music, this book captures the ache of desire, the sting of rejection, and the fragile beauty of hope.
For anyone who has ever replayed a single glance, waited too long for a text that never came, or loved someone who was never really theirs-this book will feel like holding a mirror to your own heart.
A raw, intimate, and unflinchingly honest novel about the kind of love that keeps you awake at night-the unreturned kind. This is not a story of neat endings or grand gestures. It's about the quiet torture of loving someone who may never love you back, the longing that lingers long after the conversations end, and the haunting question of what it means to be "almost chosen."Through confessions that read like diary entries and reflections woven with the echoes of books, films, and music, this book captures the ache of desire, the sting of rejection, and the fragile beauty of hope.
For anyone who has ever replayed a single glance, waited too long for a text that never came, or loved someone who was never really theirs-this book will feel like holding a mirror to your own heart.