I remember what happened that day…
but not the date.
It was somewhere between
morning assemblies
and half-written class notes.
Because it wasn't love at first sight—
it just… happened.
At first, it was his presence—
across the classroom,
between shifting benches and whispered talks.
His smile.
The way he looked—
lost in his own world,
while I quietly found mine in him.
A simple crush, I thought.
But then I kept seeing him…
in corridors filled with noise,
on staircases where footsteps echoed,
at least twice a day.
And slowly,
it started to feel like destiny.
What began as a habit
between school bells and passing glances
quietly turned into something real—
something deeper than I understood.
I never knew
this boy… this man
would leave such a mark on my life.
Walking towards him
felt like walking into fate.
Walking away
felt like leaving warmth
in the middle of winter.
When I see him,
my body turns cold—like ice,
but my heart… my soul—
they burn with a quiet warmth.
No one notices it.
They only see how calm I look,
never how much warmth I carry within
when he is near.
His eyes—
they bring light
into my darkest spaces.
And when he walks past me,
all I want
is to hold him…
His arms may be too wide for mine to reach,
but my love—
my comfort—
it fits him perfectly.
I crave
to rest on his shoulder
and whisper softly—
"I'll always be here for you…"