That night, sleep didn't come easily.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, while the same moment replayed again and again in my mind—his eyes finding mine, that soft smile, the way everything around me seemed to fade for just a second.
It was such a small thing.
No words.
No names.
No reason.
Yet, my heart refused to treat it like nothing.
I turned to my side, pulling the blanket closer, trying to ignore the strange heaviness inside me. But the more I tried to forget, the clearer his face became.
"Why…" I whispered softly into the silence,
"why does it feel like this?"
A tear slipped quietly from the corner of my eye.
I didn't understand myself. I had seen so many people that day. Thousands, maybe. Then why did only one face stay behind in my heart?
Why him?
The room was dark, the only sound was the slow turning of the fan above me. Everything around me was normal. Everything inside me wasn't.
I slowly sat up, folding my hands without even realizing it.
"God…"
My voice trembled.
"I don't know who he is. I don't know why I noticed him. And I don't know why I can't forget."
I paused, taking a small breath.
"But if that moment meant something… if it wasn't just random…"
My fingers tightened slightly.
"Please… let me see him once more."
I wasn't asking for anything big.
Not love.
Not a future.
Just one more meeting.
One more chance to understand why my heart held onto someone I didn't even know.
Tears rolled down silently, but I didn't wipe them away.
It felt like my heart was speaking for the first time, and I didn't want to stop it.
After a while, I lay back down, still holding that quiet prayer inside me.
Maybe nothing would happen.
Maybe I would never see him again.
But still… a small hope stayed.
A hope I didn't want to let go.
Quiet tears.
Night prayers.
Remembering small things—
his smile,
that glance,
the moment that never became anything.
Yet somehow, it became everything inside her heart.
To be continued…