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streetbarbiexoxo :

GOOO TEEEEEE!!

2022-05-09 09:49:55

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Rachel ★彡 :

Yay!!!

2022-05-09 08:37:37

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Andy L :

woo! Congrats!

2022-05-09 12:39:07

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Gayson Derulo :

Congrats queen!!!

2022-05-09 22:20:02

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victoria :

DREAM 🥺

2022-06-04 02:11:56

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jess :

happy for u <3333

2022-05-09 13:39:47

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Kira Holland :

I’m so proud of you

2022-05-09 12:35:16

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Kira Holland :

YOU ARE EVERYTHING

2022-05-09 12:35:11

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hamogirl :

size 10 is considered big now? 😅😂

2022-05-09 22:45:39

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Juwai :

Ohhh yess !!!

2022-05-10 12:29:27

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. :

Yes girl!! What show?

2022-05-09 10:06:05

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Ashley :

MY QUEEEEN

2022-05-09 14:59:28

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nuggetofbold :

Yay - you go girl. 🥰

2022-05-09 06:21:39

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G. :

That must’ve been an experience 🥹✨

2024-07-05 02:19:26

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cassmerwood :

YOU DID ITTTT

2022-05-09 09:38:35

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charlizzle :

Absolutely slay YES

2022-05-09 05:50:50

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SAINT SOMEBODY swimwear sz8-28 :

Amazing! Congrats

2022-05-10 12:30:26

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Luke Currie-Richardson :

What show

2022-05-09 14:32:48

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Alex ☆ :

CONGRATSS 🤍

2022-05-09 09:39:52

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Kilimi :

YES BABYYYYY

2022-05-09 09:33:59

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genevieve_perez :

My goal is to walk next year !

2022-05-10 06:52:06

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madeyoulook0_0 :

But seriously how? You deserve it so much but how do I become you?

2022-05-09 12:14:15

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M :

Hell yea!

2022-05-10 10:10:40

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Armani :

Ahhh goals

2022-05-10 08:13:51

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misssimmyp :

YES YES YES 👏🏼😍

2022-05-10 08:22:27

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POV: You never meant to keep texting him — it just sort of happened. One night turned into a week, a week turned into months. You told yourself it was harmless. It wasn’t like he’d ever see the messages anyway. It started on his birthday. You were scrolling through your old photos — the blurry selfies, the half-smiles, the little moments you never thought would matter until he was gone. Before you could stop yourself, you opened your messages and typed: “Happy birthday. I hope you’re somewhere peaceful. I still bought the caramel latte. Habit, I guess.” You stared at the screen for a minute before pressing send. It felt stupid. Silly. But the second you did it, a little bit of the weight on your chest loosened. So you did it again the next night. And the next. Sometimes it was just random thoughts — “Remember that café we used to go to? They changed the menu. No more caramel lattes — your favorite.” “It rained today. I still hate walking without an umbrella.” “You’d laugh if you saw me now. I’m actually cooking. Voluntarily.” It became a habit — your way of talking to someone who wasn’t there anymore. You didn’t know if it made you feel better or worse, but you couldn’t stop. What you didn’t know was that your messages were being read — by Sunghoon. He was your ex’s best friend. The quiet one. Always polite, always a little distant. He’d smile when you came around, but he was the kind of person who said more with his eyes than his words. After his best friend passed away, Sunghoon couldn’t bring himself to let go of his number. Keeping it felt like holding onto a part of him. The first time your message came in, it was late — 2:14 a.m. — a simple, heartbreaking line: “I still don’t know how to stop missing you.” Sunghoon froze. He stared at the screen for a long time, reading the words again and again until they burned into his head. He wanted to reply, to tell you something — anything — but what could he say? He wasn’t the person you were talking to. Still, he couldn’t delete it. Then another message came the next day. And another after that. Short ones. Long ones. Honest ones. The kind of things people only say when they think no one’s listening. You didn’t know it, but every time you hit send, Sunghoon was there — quietly reading, quietly feeling. Your words made him feel like his best friend wasn’t completely gone, like he was still somehow part of your world. At first, it was comforting. But as weeks turned into months, something changed. He started waiting for your messages. He started smiling at your random updates — your late-night ramblings about bad TV shows, your sarcastic complaints about life. You were funny without trying, sincere without realizing it. And slowly, Sunghoon realized he wasn’t just holding onto memories anymore — he was holding onto you. He started to imagine things — your voice when you laughed, your expression when you were thinking, how your eyes probably softened when you texted things like, “Today wasn’t so bad. I think I’m learning to breathe again.” He wanted to reply so many times. “He would’ve wanted you to smile again.” “You’re doing great, even if you don’t think so.” “You’re not alone.” But every time, he deleted them before sending. Because how do you tell someone you’re the one reading the messages meant for the person they loved? Then one night, after months of silence, you sent a message that broke him. “I think I’m finally ready to let go.” Sunghoon’s chest tightened. He read it over and over, his stomach twisting. For some reason, the idea of you letting go — of stopping, of moving on — scared him more than anything. Because even if you never knew it, your words had become his anchor too. Before he could think twice, his fingers were moving. “You don’t have to. I’ve been here all along.” comment sec+++ #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #sunghoon #parksunghoon #fyp

POV: You never meant to keep texting him — it just sort of happened. One night turned into a week, a week turned into months. You told yourself it was harmless. It wasn’t like he’d ever see the messages anyway. It started on his birthday. You were scrolling through your old photos — the blurry selfies, the half-smiles, the little moments you never thought would matter until he was gone. Before you could stop yourself, you opened your messages and typed: “Happy birthday. I hope you’re somewhere peaceful. I still bought the caramel latte. Habit, I guess.” You stared at the screen for a minute before pressing send. It felt stupid. Silly. But the second you did it, a little bit of the weight on your chest loosened. So you did it again the next night. And the next. Sometimes it was just random thoughts — “Remember that café we used to go to? They changed the menu. No more caramel lattes — your favorite.” “It rained today. I still hate walking without an umbrella.” “You’d laugh if you saw me now. I’m actually cooking. Voluntarily.” It became a habit — your way of talking to someone who wasn’t there anymore. You didn’t know if it made you feel better or worse, but you couldn’t stop. What you didn’t know was that your messages were being read — by Sunghoon. He was your ex’s best friend. The quiet one. Always polite, always a little distant. He’d smile when you came around, but he was the kind of person who said more with his eyes than his words. After his best friend passed away, Sunghoon couldn’t bring himself to let go of his number. Keeping it felt like holding onto a part of him. The first time your message came in, it was late — 2:14 a.m. — a simple, heartbreaking line: “I still don’t know how to stop missing you.” Sunghoon froze. He stared at the screen for a long time, reading the words again and again until they burned into his head. He wanted to reply, to tell you something — anything — but what could he say? He wasn’t the person you were talking to. Still, he couldn’t delete it. Then another message came the next day. And another after that. Short ones. Long ones. Honest ones. The kind of things people only say when they think no one’s listening. You didn’t know it, but every time you hit send, Sunghoon was there — quietly reading, quietly feeling. Your words made him feel like his best friend wasn’t completely gone, like he was still somehow part of your world. At first, it was comforting. But as weeks turned into months, something changed. He started waiting for your messages. He started smiling at your random updates — your late-night ramblings about bad TV shows, your sarcastic complaints about life. You were funny without trying, sincere without realizing it. And slowly, Sunghoon realized he wasn’t just holding onto memories anymore — he was holding onto you. He started to imagine things — your voice when you laughed, your expression when you were thinking, how your eyes probably softened when you texted things like, “Today wasn’t so bad. I think I’m learning to breathe again.” He wanted to reply so many times. “He would’ve wanted you to smile again.” “You’re doing great, even if you don’t think so.” “You’re not alone.” But every time, he deleted them before sending. Because how do you tell someone you’re the one reading the messages meant for the person they loved? Then one night, after months of silence, you sent a message that broke him. “I think I’m finally ready to let go.” Sunghoon’s chest tightened. He read it over and over, his stomach twisting. For some reason, the idea of you letting go — of stopping, of moving on — scared him more than anything. Because even if you never knew it, your words had become his anchor too. Before he could think twice, his fingers were moving. “You don’t have to. I’ve been here all along.” comment sec+++ #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #sunghoon #parksunghoon #fyp

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