It's all about Her

You And That Dress...

By then, I knew your answer-knew that we could never be more than friends.

I was trying my best to get over you, pouring my focus into studies, but the truth was, my heart wouldn't let you go.

Even if love wasn't in the cards for us, I knew one thing for certain: I couldn't bear to lose you, not even as a friend.

And then came "the golden day"-your birthday.

It was the 19th of October, 2022, and I still remember how happy I was from the moment the day began.

There was an unshakable smile on my face all morning, and I felt like the entire world had aligned to make this day special.

I remember wishing you "Happy Birthday" on our way to coaching.

The memory still makes me smile, and cringe a little.

I got so excited that I blurted it out awkwardly, unable to hold back my emotions.

I know it must have seemed strange to you, but for me, controlling how I felt around you was never easy.

That day is etched in my mind, not just because it was your birthday, but because it gave me my first picture of us.

"Do you remember?"

Of course, you probably don't. But I do.

I remember it so vividly it feels like yesterday.

And then came the moment that stole my heart forever-the evening.

I wasn't sure if you would invite me to join you and your friends for the celebration, so I didn't prepare much.

But when you did... it felt like a blessing I hadn't dared hope for.

I didn't care about my outfit or appearance.

I just rushed to be there, to see you again, hoping to etch the moment in my heart.

And there you were.

You stood there in a soft pink dress, and it was as if time stopped.

"It was the evening that has my heart."

You looked so effortlessly beautiful, it felt unreal.

That dress-so simple, yet so perfect, hugged you like a gentle breeze, radiating charm.

A light touch of makeup enhanced the glow on your face, and that pink lipstick paired perfectly with the kajal that framed your soulful eyes.

Your black-painted nails, a ring on your heart finger, and your natural elegance made you look like a dream.

" When you saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful, I don't deserve this... darling, you look perfect. "

That evening gave me one of my favorite moments, the chance to capture a picture of you holding the birthday cake, your serene smile glowing in the dim light.

"It's my favorite picture of yours."

The way you smiled-shy yet warm-was so enchanting that I wanted to freeze the moment forever.

You looked like someone who embodied quiet joy, as if the birthday celebration was just an excuse to witness that fleeting, magical smile of yours.

There's something I always wanted to confess to you:

"You look too adorable when you wear pink."

That day wasn't just special, it was the most memorable day of my life.

Of course, there were moments I could've let jealousy ruin it.

There was someone I despised being there, someone I hated.

But I chose to ignore him.

I didn't want anything to spoil this beautiful memory.

"It's worth remembering."

And that night, I did something I'd never done before.

I wrote my first ghazal for you.

I promised myself I'd share it on your birthday, the day you finally know my feelings, when I no longer have to hide them.

Until then, it stays with me, a secret waiting for the right moment.

That birthday-The golden day-remains a moment I'll treasure forever.

And that's how I felt when I saw you in that dress...