OROMA_CALVIN

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> My Heart
By ROMOBUS

Calvin and Daisy were more than just classmates—they were two hearts quietly drawn together by something deeper than friendship. Amid lecture halls and late-night study sessions, love quietly bloomed. Calvin, the calm and gentle soul, found his match in Daisy, a brilliant and guarded woman not easily swayed by charm.

But when emotions run high and unspoken fears rise to the surface, their bond is tested by the very thing that brought them together—vulnerability. As doubts creep in and decisions loom, Calvin and Daisy must decide: is love enough to quiet the voices of insecurity, or will fear tear apart what fate has built?

In a world where hearts are often broken before they are truly known, My Heart is a tender, modern love story about trust, timing, and the courage to fall—completely.

MY HEART by romobus12

Lina Ochieng sat on Daisy's bed, painting her toenails a sharp red, her tone casual—but her eyes keen.

"He said that?" she asked, glancing up.

Daisy shrugged. "It wasn't dramatic. Just honest."

"That's more dangerous," Lina said with a grin. "The soft ones are the ones who get you."

Daisy didn't respond right away. She was lying on her back, arm over her eyes. "I don't know what to do with someone like him."

"You don't do anything," Lina said, capping the polish. "You just... allow. Let him be who he is, and let yourself feel it without trying to outthink it."

"It could be," Lina replied. "Or maybe it already is—and that's what's scaring you."

Across town, Calvin met Marcus at a quiet diner, like they always did when life needed sorting. Marcus, now working a stiff job in advertising after his athletic scholarship dreams ended early, sipped his bitter coffee.

"So... she's opening up?" Marcus asked.

"Barely," Calvin said. "But when she does... it's worth the wait."

Marcus studied his brother. "You look lighter than you used to."

Calvin raised an eyebrow. "You saying I was heavy?"

"I'm saying," Marcus said gently, "you carry a lot in silence. And she seems to be... shifting that."

Calvin thought about that. "She doesn't even realize it."

"Good," Marcus replied. "That means it's real. The stuff that sneaks up on us is usually the stuff that stays."

The next day, they met again under a large oak tree on campus. No books, no notebooks—just time.

"I think my friend's worried I'm catching feelings," Daisy said, sitting cross-legged on the grass.

"I might be." She said it like it was dangerous.

Instead, he picked up a fallen leaf, turned it slowly between his fingers. "I think I already did."

And again, silence settled between them. But this time, it was welcome.

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