As days drifted by, my infatuation with her grew deeper, yet our interactions remained confined to stolen glances and the proximity of our seats in class. I was confident I could establish a untroubled and delightful conversation with her, but the fear of rejection continued to haunt me.
One day, as I prepared to leave class, I overheard her conversing with an aide about her passion for photography. My heart skipped a beat; though a small detail, it offered a glimpse into her world. I longed to share my own Passion for photography with her, but I lacked the courage to approach her.
Instead, I resorted to leaving subtle notes on her desk, signed simply as "A Friend." I wrote about the beauty I saw in her photographs, hoping to spark a dialogue. However, she never acknowledged them, leaving me to wonder if she even read them amidst the hustle of her day.
Despite the uncertainty, I continued to watch her from a distance, finding relief in our fleeting gazes and the rare moments our eyes met. It was in those moments that I felt a connection, no matter how brief, and it was enough to keep my one-sided love alive.
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The Girl who Change my life
RomanceA shy protagonist navigates the complexities of unspoken affection in a computer class. Mesmerized by a girl in a red dress, their story unfolds through covert glances and silent emotions. Will they break the silence, or will love remain a beautiful...
