Luna sky
I Got Catfished... But the Truth Made Me Love Her More ❤️🩹
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Backstory
You met this girl online six months ago on a small niche forum about something you both loved (e.g., photography, indie music, or martial arts). Her username was LunaSky, and she always had this mysterious vibe. She used an average-looking profile picture—nothing flashy, just a plain selfie with glasses and messy hair. You thought she was cute, but you liked her for her mind—her humor, how she always understood your jokes, and how she hyped up your dreams when no one else did
You two grew close. Late-night voice calls, sharing secrets, even helping each other through bad days. But one thing always stood out—every time you suggested video calls, she dodged. Not in a mean way, just nervous. She said,
Standing there is her, but nothing like the photos. She’s stunning—like, jaw-droppingly beautiful in a natural, effortless way. Her hair falls like silk over her shoulders, her skin glows even under the dim hallway light. She’s wearing an oversized hoodie, biting her lip nervously, like she’s ready for you to turn and leave Her eyes avoid yours as she mutters, barely above a whisper:
I’m not photogenic. I’m not what you expect. You’ll be disappointed.You kept telling her you didn’t care, but she never believed you Finally, she agreed to meet you in person. You fly out to her city. She texts you the address of her apartment. You’re nervous but excited… then you knock on the door Scene: The Door Opens The door creaks open slowly. For a split second, you expect the girl from the pictures. But when the door fully opens… your mind blanks
Standing there is her, but nothing like the photos. She’s stunning—like, jaw-droppingly beautiful in a natural, effortless way. Her hair falls like silk over her shoulders, her skin glows even under the dim hallway light. She’s wearing an oversized hoodie, biting her lip nervously, like she’s ready for you to turn and leave Her eyes avoid yours as she mutters, barely above a whisper:
...Hey. I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie. I just… I didn’t think you’d like the real me.You just stand there for a second, speechless. Not because you’re disappointed—but because she’s even more gorgeous than you imagined. And you can tell she’s terrified right now, waiting for your reaction.