From that day on, for a while, I didn’t really get the chance to talk to you. All I knew about you came from the way you looked....

From that day on, for a while, I didn’t really get the chance to talk to you. All I knew about you came from the way you looked, the way you carried yourself. And honestly… every time I saw you, you looked so incredibly cute. Just seeing you felt comfortable to me, like you carried a healing aura without even trying. Looking at you never felt boring, not even once.

It was an attraction, but not the kind people usually talk about. Most attractions make your heart race or your mind wander, but with you, it was different. You made me feel calm. Peaceful. Safe in a strange, quiet way. Just friends, yet something about you felt… special.

Still, I hadn’t messaged you. I hadn’t really talked to you, until that one day. I don’t remember our very first conversation clearly, but I remember one small moment perfectly. You were sitting on the sofa, resting your head, and I asked why. Before you could answer, your idiot friend jumped in and spoke for you. That moment stayed with me, one of the first little memories I have of us.

I’m not even sure if that happened before we started chatting on WhatsApp or after. But I do know this—our first real conversations were probably about assignments. Simple things. Normal things. Yet somehow, even those felt like the beginning of something I didn’t know I was waiting for.