I have written a thousand iterations of this story. Including poems, short stories in different genres just exploring the same theme. I have settled with this simplistic version finally, although I’m happy with the idea behind it I’m still not haply with the execution.

Very difficult emotionally for me to post this, as I just want to keep this close to my heart and not publish it but here goes ig.

Essentially a lacanian analysis of desire. Nada ofc means nothing, but also the name of my own first crush (the story is entirely fictional). I actually secretly wish she sees it someday.

The response to this version by friends has been overwhelmingly negative, and I know it reads more like a reddit post than an actually good story but I can’t put more effort into this lol. This version was completed about 2 years ago, only just posting it.