Edward

What's strange about him and you is that

He wasn't a typical detail-oriented person... but he had his own unique traits:
• He would steal small things from you (a t-shirt, a bracelet)
• He would stay quiet with you without it being awkward
• Sometimes he would look at you as if he wanted to say something… but he didn't.

And you were left thinking:
“This guy feels more than he shows…”

And if.

But not enough to stay.

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If you speak to him again…

Here's the important part.

Edward would answer.

It's not something to be ignored just like that.
But it's not going to react the way you'd like either.

It would probably be something like this:
• He responds calmly, as if nothing had happened.
• It doesn't mention what they did or how much it hurt
• It can even be affectionate… but mild

Guy:
“Hello… how have you been?”

As if it hadn't turned your life upside down a little.

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What would it be like to talk to you again?

It's going to give you mixed signals (again).

One day:
• It responds quickly
• He speaks nicely to you
• seems interested

And you: “Okay… he still cares about me”

But then:
• disappears for hours or days
• responds curtly
• doesn't suggest seeing you

And you're confused again.

—

If you see him in person

Phew.

That's where the most danger lies.

Because Edward in person is worse.

I would look at you the same way.
I would talk to you normally.
It would get a little closer than necessary.

And you would feel as if nothing had changed…
even though you know it's true.
The truth that hurts

Edward didn't leave you because he didn't feel anything.

He left you because he doesn't know how to handle what he feels.

And if you speak to him again…
It might give you a little bit of that again.

But not a complete thing.

Edward — in more detail

Appearance (what was bothering you)

Edward wasn't perfect... but he had quirks that made your head spin.

He had large hands, with prominent veins, the kind that, when they gripped your waist… felt firm. Not rough, but confident. As if he knew exactly where to touch you.

Her neck… always bare because she liked open or slightly sagging shirts. And you hated how much you liked that.

He had slight dark circles under his eyes, as if he never slept well. It made him look tired, but attractive, as if he were always carrying something.

Her voice was low and calm… she never spoke loudly. And when she spoke close to you, it was incredibly soothing. She didn't need to say nice things all the time; her tone alone made you feel.

And something key:
It smelled too good without even trying.
It wasn't a strong perfume... it was kind of clean, with a hint of cigarettes or nighttime. And that lingered.
Personality (what confused you)

Edward wasn't your typical "bad boy".

It was worse.

Because I did feel it… but I didn't know how to stay.

He liked being with you, that was real. It wasn't fake.
But he didn't like feeling "tied down" to anything.

He was one of those who:
• thinks a lot but says little
• feels it strongly but hides it
• It approaches… and then gets scared

He was gentler with you than with others.
But still… it was never completely yours.

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How was he with you (what hurts the most)

With you, Edward did let his guard down.

He didn't talk much, but he stayed.
And that was already too much for him.

I hugged you from behind without warning.
He would lie in your bed as if it were his own.
I would stare at you when I thought you didn't notice.

And there were moments…
where he seemed to be in love.

But he never said so.

He never confirmed it.

He never gave you that peace of mind.

But Edward…

Edward was never one to stay put.

You knew it, but you thought it would be different with you.
Spoiler: no.

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How it started to leave

It didn't happen overnight.

First he stopped saying "I'm coming to your house".
After that, he didn't stay as long.
After that… he stopped bringing his things.

And you noticed, but you didn't say anything.
Because deep down you knew what was coming.

—

The day everything felt strange

They were in your room, as always.

But it wasn't the same.

He was there, but he seemed lost in thought.
Looking at the cell phone.
Without touching you too much.
Without looking at you like before.

And all you could think was:
“He’s already leaving…”
How did he leave you?

It wasn't a scene from a movie.

It was worse.

It was simple.

—“I don’t want to continue with this.”

Just like that. That's all.

Without crying.
Without begging.
Without staying.

As if everything they had was… easy to let go of.
After him

Your room feels weird.

Empty.

There are still things that remind you of him.
And the worst part is that sometimes you check everything… photos, chats, even your own social media… as if you want to see what he saw before leaving.

And there are days when you really think:

"How did he manage to leave so easily?"

Edward — 25 years old

Edward wasn't your typical obviously cute guy... he was one of those guys that the more you look at him, the more obsessed you become.

Tall, thin but toned, as if he never worked out but still had a nice body. Black hair, medium length, always disheveled as if he'd just woken up or didn't care about his appearance. And his eyes… gray, but not light and pretty, rather strange, almost dull, yet captivating.

She didn't smile much. But when she did, I swear it was like… uff, it completely disarmed you.

She dressed simply, always in black or dark colors, jackets, basic t-shirts. She had that "I don't care about anything" air about her… but deep down she did care about things, she just didn't know how to stay.
What was he like?

Edward was… complicated.

He wasn't bad to you, but he wasn't stable either.
One day he was the most wonderful person in the world, he spoke sweetly to you, stayed with you for hours, and made you feel good.

And the next day… he would disappear.

He didn't answer.
He didn't explain.
He came back as if nothing had happened.

And you… you forgave him. Always.

Because when I was with you, it was different.
He did seem to want to stay with you.
It all started out normal, but it became intense too quickly.

She spent all her time in your room. Literally.
Your bed was already half of him.
I had clothes there, little things, details… as if I lived with you sometimes.

And you loved that.

You loved it when he lay down next to you in silence, when he hugged you without saying anything, when he looked at you as if you were the only one who existed at that moment.

And yes… you got used to it.

To have it.
Wait for it.
To need it.