It's all about Her

Carrying You, Silently...

It was just another random day, one of many where I found myself admiring you from a distance.

After our coaching class, I watched you as you packed your bag, your graceful movements catching my attention like always.

But that day, something unexpected happened.

As you closed your book, a small piece of paper slipped out and fluttered to the floor.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked it up before you could notice.

It was simple, a tiny paper with the word "BELIEVE" written on it.

A random note, a forgotten piece from one of your books, perhaps.

But to me, it was something far more precious.

I had the choice to give it back to you, but in that moment, I couldn't.

Instead, I decided to keep it as a personal keepsake, the first tangible memory I had of you.

Maybe it was selfish, but I wanted to hold onto it.

To you, it might have been just a slip of paper, easily forgotten.

But to me, it became something much more.

"It became my lucky charm."

That small paper, with the single word "BELIEVE," holds a meaning that goes beyond its simplicity.

It represents you.

It carries your presence with it, and somehow, it feels like my luck is tied to it.

Every time I look at it, I feel like I have a piece of you with me, something to remind me of the little moments we share, even if you're unaware of them.

It's still with me, tucked safely where I keep the things I treasure most.

I carry it whenever I feel like I need luck on my side, and every time, I can't help but think that what I'm really carrying is you.

I even thought of making a bracelet with the letters "BELIEVE" on it as a reminder of that day.

But since one of our friends found out and began teasing me about it, that plan is still on hold.

Yet, the paper remains, waiting, like my feelings for you, silent, constant, and ever hopeful.

And that's how i started carrying you silently...