shonaa_2writes
Samridhi's story isn't loud. It doesn't burst into rooms or demand attention. It lingers-quiet, tender, and tucked away in the corners of growing up.
It began in kindergarten, when she didn't know what a crush meant, only that she liked the way he smiled. Over the years, her feelings deepened, not with grand gestures but with unnoticed moments-shared glances, a borrowed pencil, a laugh that lingered longer than it should have. To everyone else, he was just another boy in class. To her, he was the one she always noticed.
She never said a word. Her heart beat in silences-in skipped breaths, long diary entries, and unsent messages. She watched him grow, cheered for him quietly, memorized every little detail without ever asking for anything in return.
But this story isn't about heartbreak or confession. It's about a girl who learned how deep love can run even when left unspoken. About the way we grow around our feelings, not always needing them to bloom out loud.
Whether he ever knew, whether anything ever changed-some stories are beautiful because they remain untouched. And Samridhi's was one of them. Soft. Honest. Unrevealed. And entirely her own.