A Morning 🌅 Walk 🚶

"He was the biker, always zooming past on his bike while heading out for a morning ride. I had never seen his face before, yet somehow, I had already fallen for him. The speed of his bike didn't just carry his body-it seemed to take my heart along with it. As he rushed past me, the sound of his bike's roar echoed in my ears, and for a moment, I forgot everything around me. Everything else faded away, and all I could think of was him.

There was such a contrast between us! His speed, his style, his confidence-it was all so captivating. I couldn't stop thinking about him. And his face? Well, I had never seen it clearly. Yet, his presence lingered in my thoughts. All I could catch was a vague silhouette, hidden behind the helmet, but there was something magnetic about it. Every time he rode by, that moment would linger in my mind, becoming deeper and more intense with each passing day.

Every morning, he would appear, and I'd find myself trapped in a web of fascination. He never said a word, but his gaze, the pounding of my heart, the energy around him-everything about him drew me in. There was something special, something different about him, a raw appeal that radiated from his daring personality. And as I watched him ride, lost in the speed of his bike, my mind wandered, and I couldn't help but wonder about him-his mystery, his allure, and how it made my heart race without even knowing his name."**