Title:A Crush that Faded Away
I don’t remember exactly when it started. One day, he was just another face in class, blending into the crowd like everyone else. Then, he became something more a heartbeat that seemed to echo louder in my world. I’d never spoken to him, never even stood close enough to say hello. Still, my days began revolving around catching a glimpse of him in the hallway, or watching him laugh with his friends, wishing I were a part of that world.
It was silly, I knew. My friends teased me, saying, “Just go talk to him.” But every time I thought about it, my courage slipped away. What if he didn’t even know I existed? The risk seemed too great. So I kept my distance, content with my quiet fascination, hoping he’d somehow notice me without a word exchanged.
Days turned into months, and the year slipped by faster than I’d expected. Soon, exams were looming, and everyone was consumed with study groups, final projects, and preparations for the end of the school year. The classrooms felt tense, filled with last-minute efforts and farewells to friends. It was as if I had been woken from a dream. I realized I’d been waiting for a perfect moment that might never come.
On the last day, as everyone scrambled out of the building for summer, I saw him one last time. He was there, laughing and saying goodbye to his friends, while I watched from a distance, a silent spectator to a story that never happened. There was a strange sense of closure in it, a quiet goodbye to the feelings I’d kept inside for so long.
As the year ended, so did my quiet crush. I walked out of that chapter with a strange, bittersweet feeling, knowing that sometimes, love doesn’t need to be spoken to be real. It had been a story all my own, one I’d lived without ever needing words. And as I moved forward, I carried that silent memory with me, a reminder of what it was like to feel something so deeply, even if only for a little while.
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Pages of Admiration , In the Quiet of Six Years
RomanceFor 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...