It's all about Her

The First Conversation...

You know, I had my eyes on you before we even spoke to each other for the first time, but I still remember our first conversation.

It was during our half-yearly exams, a time when everything felt tense, but you somehow managed to look calm as ever.

I had admired you from afar for months, stealing glances and dreaming of the day when we would finally talk.

What made it even more special was that we had the roll numbers right after each other.

It felt like destiny was playing its part again, aligning things so perfectly, like it always did when it came to you.

On that day, as we sat in the exam hall, my heart was racing-not because of the exam, but because I knew you were right there.

You were just a seat away from me, and for the first time, it felt like fate had given me the perfect chance to talk to you.

But I couldn't just strike up a random conversation during an exam, right?

I needed a reason, something small but significant enough to break the silence between us.

And that's when it hit me, the eraser.I already had one, but I decided to ask you for yours.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing at you, and then I gathered all my courage and asked for the eraser.

I was trying to sound casual. You looked at me, a bit surprised at first, but then you smiled softly and handed it over without a second thought.

"Uff how can someone look as pretty as you"

That smile, it completely threw me off.

My heart skipped a beat.I took the eraser, even though I didn't need it, and pretended to use it for a few moments.

I could feel my pulse quicken as I returned it to you, trying to play it cool.

"Thanks," I said, probably a bit too softly.

You nodded, not saying much, but that was enough.

That brief moment, that tiny exchange

"it meant the world to me"

It wasn't the most profound conversation, I know. But to me, it was perfect.

It was the first time our worlds collided, the first time we weren't just two people in the same class but two people who shared a moment.

It was the start of something, and I cherished every second of it.

After that, I couldn't stop thinking about how naturally it had happened, how everything seemed to fall into place.

The coincidences continued to pile up, the roll numbers, the exam, the eraser.

Everything felt like it was designed to bring us closer.

And that's how our first conversation happened, simple yet unforgettable.

Even now, whenever I think about it, I smile to myself.

Because that day, with just a few words and a borrowed eraser, you became more than just a distant admiration.

You became someone real, someone I had finally spoken to.

And that's how our first conversation happened...