Cecilia's eyes widened as she stared at the message. She couldn't believe Jackson was messaging her.
She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should respond. But her curiosity got the better of her.
"Hey," she typed out, trying to sound casual.
Jackson responded immediately. "Hey! I've been thinking about you."
Cecilia raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What about me?"
"I feel like I messed up when we last spoke," Jackson admitted. "I wanted to apologize."
Cecilia's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever apologized to her like that before.
"It's okay," she typed out. "I was being weird anyway."
Weird? Jackson thought. That was an understatement.
"No, I was the one being weird," he responded. "I didn't understand you."
Cecilia laughed, a smile spreading across her face. "You still don't."
Jackson chuckled. "I guess not. But I want to try."
Their conversation flowed easily, like they were old friends.
Cecilia found herself opening up to Jackson in ways she never thought possible.
And Jackson found himself wanting to know more about her, to understand her quirks and passions.
As they messaged, Cecilia realized that maybe, just maybe, she had misjudged Jackson.
And Jackson realized that there was something special about Cecilia, he couldn't ignore.
"Let's grab coffee this week?" Jackson suggested.
Cecilia agreed, her heart racing with excitement.
"Wednesday at 3 pm?" Jackson asked.
"Sounds perfect," Cecilia replied.
As they finalized their plans, Cecilia couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness.
What would happen when they met up? Would they finally clear the air?
Jackson was thinking the same thing.
He wanted to make things right with Cecilia, to show her that he cared.
As the days went by, Cecilia found herself counting down the hours until their meeting.
She wondered what Jackson would say, what he would do.
And Jackson wondered the same thing.
Would Cecilia forgive him? Would she give him a chance?
Wednesday arrived, and Cecilia made her way to the coffee shop.
She spotted Jackson sitting at a table, looking nervous.
Their eyes met, and Cecilia felt a spark of electricity.
"Hey," Jackson said, standing up to greet her.
"Hey," Cecilia replied, smiling.
They hugged awkwardly, but Cecilia felt a sense of comfort.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new...
We sat down at the table, and Jackson started talking about his week.
I listened intently, trying to gauge his feelings.
But as they conversed, I realized that Jackson only saw me as a friend.
He talked about his sister, his parents, and his friends.
But there was no hint of romance, no suggestion of anything more.
I felt a pang of disappointment.
I had hoped that maybe, just maybe, Jackson felt the same way.
But now I realized that I was just a friend to him.
"Hey, Cecilia, can I ask you something?" Jackson said, looking curious.
"Sure, what's up?" I replied, trying to sound casual.
"Do you think I could be a good boyfriend to someone?" Jackson asked.
I laughed, trying to hide her disappointment.
"Of course, you'd be great!" I said, forcing a smile.
But inside, I felt a sting.
Jackson didn't see me as a potential girlfriend.
He just saw me as a friend, a confidante.
Our conversation continued, but my heart wasn't in it.
I realized that I had misread Jackson's feelings.
And now, I felt like I was just a friend to him, nothing more...
As we finished their coffee, Jackson glanced at his watch. "I should get you home, it's getting late."
I nodded, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over me. She had hoped for something more, but it seemed like Jackson just saw her as a friend.
We walked to Jackson's car, and he opened the door for me. I got in, feeling a sense of awkwardness.
As we drove, we chatted about nothing in particular. I tried to hide my disappointment, but Jackson seemed oblivious.
When we reached my house, Jackson turned off the engine. "Thanks for meeting up with me, Cecilia. I really appreciate it."
I smiled, trying to be genuine. "No problem, Jackson. Thanks for apologizing."
Jackson nodded, his expression serious. "I mean it, Cecilia. I'm really sorry for what happened. You deserve better."
I felt a pang of sadness. He was apologizing for hurting me, but he didn't see me as someone he could potentially be with.
"Thanks, Jackson," I said, trying to keep my emotions in check.
Jackson smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Take care of yourself, Cecilia. Focus on your studies. You're really smart, and I know you'll do great things."
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Jackson. He might not see me as a romantic partner, but he cared about me as a person.
"Thanks, Jackson. I will," I said, smiling weakly.
Jackson nodded, his expression soft. "Goodnight, Cecilia."
"Goodnight," I replied, getting out of the car.
As I watched Jackson drive away, Cecilia felt a sense of closure. I knew that I and Jackson would never be more than friends, and that was okay. I would move on, focus on my studies, and find someone who saw me for who I truly was.
I thought I could move on from Jackson, but every time I'm alone in my room, my mind wanders back to him. I replay our conversations, our laughter, and our moments together. It's like my brain is stuck on repeat, and I can't shake him off.
To make matters worse, he's not been messaging me for days. I know I shouldn't expect him to, but a part of me hoped he would reach out.
I was lost in thought when Priya, my maid, walked into my room. "Miss Cecilia, what's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
I hesitated, unsure if I should share my feelings with her. But something about her kind eyes made me open up. "It's just...I met this guy, Jackson. We became friends, but I think I developed feelings for him. And now, he's not even messaging me."
Priya listened attentively, nodding her head. "Tell me more, miss."
I poured out my heart to her, sharing every detail of my interactions with Jackson. Priya listened attentively, her expression growing more and more determined.
"Don't worry, miss," she said when I finished. "I'll help you get him back. Or at least, help you move on."
I raised an eyebrow. "How?"
Priya smiled mischievously. "Leave that to me. But first, let's get one thing straight - you deserve someone who sees your worth, someone who loves you for who you are."
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Priya. Maybe, just maybe, she could help me move on from Jackson. Or maybe, just maybe, she could help me win him over.