I didn't know the moment I gave him my number…
I was already losing myself.
If I had walked away that evening, maybe my life would have stayed simple.
Maybe my heart would have stayed whole.
But I didn't.
I was tired.
Tired of waking up to rejection emails.
Tired of pretending I was okay when my world felt like it was quietly falling apart.
Tired of checking my phone and seeing nothing… no calls, no messages, nothing that reminded me I mattered.
So I stepped outside that evening, chasing something I couldn't even name.
The sky was painted in soft purples and fading orange, the kind of beauty that makes you pause… even when your life isn't beautiful at all. My earphones were in, a love song playing—one of those songs that promises forever like it actually exists.
I didn't believe in it.
Not anymore.
"Hello."
I turned.
And everything shifted.
He stood there like he had been placed in that exact moment just for me—tall, effortless, the kind of handsome that doesn't try too hard but still steals your breath anyway.
"Good evening," he said.
His voice…
Calm. Deep. Dangerous in a way I couldn't explain.
"Good evening," I replied, suddenly aware of my heartbeat.
Then he said it.
No hesitation. No buildup.
"Can I get your number?"
And just like that…
my story began to change.