For six years, my life had a quiet rhythm that pulsed only when I caught a glimpse of you across the courtyard or in the fleeting moments between classes. You never knew it, but your presence turned ordinary hallways into enchanted paths, and simple...
It was the first day of school, and I was settling into my new routine. Everything felt predictable, like it always had the rush of students, the shuffle of books, the quiet hum of whispered conversations. I didn't expect anything unusual to happen. But I saw someone with delicate ✨️ eyes...
You were new. I could tell by the way you paused at the assembly ground, scanning the class room with a hint of uncertainty. Your eyes searched for a friendly face, someone to anchor you in the sea of strangers. And for a reason I couldn't quite understand, I hoped you'd find that face in me.
The first day I saw you, it was purely by chance. You were a new face in the assembly ground, blending into a stream of students from another section. I was running to the assembly , weaving through the crowded corridor when I noticed you standing near the bench, scanning the day's announcements with a focused look in your eyes.
I paused, only for a moment, but that was all it took. You had this quiet confidence about you, something different from everyone else around. The noise of students rushing past felt distant, as if the world had faded around us. I didn't even realize I was staring until you looked up and caught my gaze. Embarrassed, I quickly looked away, but not before I saw you give the smallest of smiles, like you were in on a secret only we knew. But I know you won't be able to remember that day because I was not special for you like you was for me.... l❤️ ve
Throughout the day, I kept thinking about that moment. I wondered which section you were in, what your name was, and if I'd ever have a reason to talk to you. At lunch break, I casually finished my lunch quickly and go to scanned you, hoping to catch another glimpse. Finally, I spotted you sitting with a group of students from your class, laughing at something one of them had said. I felt an odd pang of jealousy mixed with curiosity. Here you were, already fitting in, while I was just an onlooker.
The next day, I found myself lingering near your section's classroom, hoping to catch sight of you again. And sure enough, as the bell rang, you walked out with that same calm air, your friends trailing behind. This time, I braved a small glanceas you passed by. To my surprise, you glance back, as if acknowledging a familiar face.
Days turned into weeks, and that small glance became my silent ritual. We'd pass each other in the halls, exchange a look or a quick glance, and go our separate ways. We were just strangers from different sections, but in those brief moments, it felt like there was something more a connection that didn't need words.
And that was how it all began, with a simple look on the first day I saw you.
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