💌 Introduction:
They said first love never lasts -
but what if it never even began?
I never touched him,
never spoke to him,
yet he lived inside my heart as if he belonged there.
It all started when I was just thirteen...
A normal day, a normal match -
until he appeared on the screen.
His smile, his calmness, the way he played -
it wasn't just football anymore;
it became my heartbeat.
I grew up watching him grow.
He didn't know my name,
but I memorized every detail of his face.
His wins made me smile,
his injuries made me cry,
and his silence... broke me.
Years passed -
five years of love, dua, and impossible dreams.
And now, I'm eighteen.
I've learned that sometimes,
Allah shows you someone
not to have them,
but to teach you what pure love feels like.
Maybe we'll never meet,
maybe our names were never written together -
but still, somewhere in this world,
a part of my soul will always whisper:
"Until we meet..." 💔🌙
She was his coworker. She was his close friend. She was his cousin. These were all things I knew. There were just a few crucial components to their connection of which I had been unaware. She had been his crush. And now he was hers.