Once, I knew you only from a distance, just another face in the crowd. But one day, you approached me and asked for my number. I was going through a difficult time, as my sister was in the hospital. You wanted to visit her, and I remember feeling touched by your kindness. That evening, you called me, and we decided to meet up. I remember asking you how to pronounce your name, unsure of how to approach this new connection. At the time, I thought it was just a passing moment, a brief encounter in the midst of my struggles. But as we spent more time together, I began to realize that our connection was deeper than I had initially thought. We started talking for hours on end, hanging out, and opening up to each other. You became a part of my life, and I grew used to your presence. But just as quickly as you entered my life, you left. It was a difficult time for me, but I will always remember the impact you had on me during that transitional period.
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How I met you
Short StoryAn anthology of how people come into a person's life, some stay, some only stay only for a brief moment, and some barely make it past a week.
