Just Watching You

She was never the kind of girl
who could walk up and start a conversation.
So she didn't.
She just watched him.
From the corridor.
From the classroom door.
From a distance that was always safe... and silent.
He never knew.
And maybe, he was never supposed to.
Years later,
she doesn't miss him the way people think.
She misses the way
her heart used to feel
when he was around.
And somehow...
those feelings still find their way back
in dreams,
in memories,
in quiet moments she never talks about.
This isn't a love story.
It's about the kind of feeling
that was never said out loud...