The vacation batch finally came to an end, and for a moment, everything felt quiet again. The busy mornings, the small chances of seeing him, the unexpected eye contacts—all of it paused. After that, we got one full week of holidays. A break, they said. Time to relax and refresh our minds before regular school started again.
I told myself something different.
"This time, I'll focus on studies."📚📔
Boards were coming. This wasn't just any year. I needed to concentrate. I even made a proper plan—study hours, revision targets, less distraction. For once, I really wanted to be serious.📖
And maybe… I did try.
The first day, I sat with my books open, pen in hand, determined. The silence of my room felt unusual after so many noisy school days. No corridors, no voices, no glimpses of him. Just me, my thoughts… and pages filled with words I was supposed to understand.
For a while, it worked.
But then, slowly… his thoughts started slipping in.🤧
Out of nowhere.
The way he stood that day.
The way he didn't react when I stepped on his shoes.
The calmness in his silence.
And suddenly, I wasn't reading anymore.
I was remembering.
I would shake my head slightly, trying to focus again. "No, concentrate," I would whisper to myself. But it was useless. Somehow, every topic, every break, every quiet moment… led back to him.
It wasn't even something big.
Just small things.
The kind of things that shouldn't matter so much.
But they did.
And I hated how easily my mind chose him over everything else.
Sometimes I would smile without realising it. Sometimes I would just stare at my notebook, lost in thoughts that had nothing to do with studies. And sometimes… I would feel something strange—like happiness for no reason at all.
"Why am I even like this?" I remember thinking.
But deep inside, I already knew the answer.
That one week passed like this—half studying, half lost somewhere else. Trying to focus, failing, trying again. Somehow managing both… but not perfectly.
And then, before I even realised it…
The week was over.
Regular school started again.
That morning felt different.
I don't know why, but I woke up feeling something… like excitement mixed with nervousness. As if something good was about to happen. Or maybe I was just hoping it would.
I got ready a little more carefully than usual.
Not too obvious.
But still… different.
When I reached school, I went to park my vehicle like always. It was just another normal moment—something I had done a hundred times before.
But that day…
It wasn't normal.
Because he was there.
Right there.
In the parking area.
For a second, I couldn't believe it. My eyes stopped on him instantly, as if they already knew where to look. My heart reacted before I could even think—fast, sudden, loud.
"I actually saw him…"
It felt like something so small… yet so big at the same time.
I tried to act normal, pretending like it didn't matter, like it was just a coincidence. But inside, I was so, so happy. That one moment was enough to change my entire mood.
And it didn't stop there.
As I walked towards the stairs, I noticed him again.
This time, we were just a little distance apart.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Just enough for me to be aware of his presence.
Every step felt different. I could hear the usual noise of students around me, but it all felt distant. My focus was somewhere else completely. I didn't even realise how fast my heartbeat had become.
It was strange.💕
And beautiful.🙈
And confusing.😃
All at once.
I didn't look at him directly, but I knew he was there. And somehow, that was enough.
By the time I reached my classroom, I couldn't hold it in anymore.
I almost rushed inside, trying to control my excitement.
My best friend was already there.
The moment I sat beside her, I started talking—fast, non-stop, almost without breathing.
"I saw him today—in the parking—and then again on the stairs—and it was just—"
She looked at me and immediately started smiling.😁
"Ohhh, someone is very happy today," she teased.
I rolled my eyes, trying to act annoyed, but I couldn't hide my smile.
"Shut up," I said, but even I knew I didn't mean it.😩
She kept teasing me, making small comments, repeating my words in a dramatic way. And honestly… I didn't even mind. Because for the first time, everything felt light. Easy. Happy.
But then…
In the middle of all that laughter…
A thought came back.
That one sentence.
"He used to have a crush on me."
My smile faded for a second.
I don't know why, but every time I talked about him, that memory would come back. Like a reminder I couldn't ignore. Like something that didn't belong to me.
"What if… things were different?"
What if it wasn't her?
What if it was me?
That thought stayed for a moment… longer than it should have.
And suddenly, the happiness felt incomplete.
Just a little.
Just enough to notice.
My best friend was still talking, still teasing, but I had gone quiet for a second. Lost in a thought I didn't want to have.
But then…
Another memory replaced it.
That morning.
The parking.
The stairs.
That feeling.
And just like that… I smiled again.
Because maybe it didn't matter.
Maybe the past didn't matter.
Maybe all that mattered was what I felt now.
And right now…
I was happy.
And somewhere between these small moments, quiet thoughts, and unspoken feelings…💫
My story was moving forward.
Slowly.
Silently.😌
But surely.💕
That same day, during recess, I saw him again.
It wasn't planned. I wasn't even expecting it. But somehow, it happened—like those small coincidences that start to feel less like accidents and more like something you begin to wait for.
My classes were on the second floor, while his were on the third floor—right in front of the terrace. That area had never really mattered to me before. In fact, I didn't even like going to the terrace. It always felt too open, too crowded, too noisy. I preferred staying on my own floor, sitting near the classroom with my best friend, talking about random things, laughing over nothing.
That used to be my routine.
Simple. Comfortable. Familiar.
But that day… something changed.
When I found out that his class could be seen from the terrace, it felt like a small piece of information—but somehow, it stayed in my mind longer than it should have. I didn't say anything at first. I just thought about it quietly, like it was nothing important.
But it was.
The next day, when recess started, my best friend and I walked out of the classroom like always. She started going towards our usual spot, but I stopped for a second.
"Let's go upstairs," I said casually.
She looked at me, confused. "Terrace? Since when do you like going there?"
I tried to act normal. "Just like that… change of place."
She didn't believe me, of course. But she came with me anyway.
And just like that… a new routine began.
From that day on, almost every recess, we started going to the terrace. Not just anywhere—but exactly near his classroom. Not too close to make it obvious, not too far to lose the chance of seeing him.
Just… the perfect distance.
At first, it felt strange. Standing there, pretending to talk about random things while my eyes kept searching for him without even trying. Every time the classroom door opened, my attention shifted automatically. Every time someone walked out, my heart reacted for a second—hoping it was him.
Sometimes it was.
Sometimes it wasn't.
But even waiting felt… nice.
I didn't even realise when this became a habit. Something I looked forward to every day. Recess wasn't just a break anymore—it was a chance.
A small, silent chance to see him.👀❤️
And whenever I did…
It was never just "seeing."
It was noticing.
The way he walked out of class.
The way he stood with his friends.
The way he smiled while talking.
Even the way he leaned against the wall sometimes, looking completely normal to everyone else—but somehow different to me.
I don't know why everything about him started to feel special.
It wasn't like we talked.
It wasn't like he even noticed me.
But still… it felt like something.
Sometimes, I would be in the middle of a conversation with my best friend, nodding and responding, but my focus would be somewhere else completely. She noticed it, of course.
"You're not even listening," she said once, laughing.
"I am," I replied quickly.
But we both knew I wasn't.
There were moments when I would catch a glimpse of him, and everything else would fade for a second. The noise, the people, the random conversations—it all became background.
And then there were moments when nothing happened at all.
No glimpse. No sign. No reason to stay.
But still, I stayed.
Because maybe… just maybe… he would come out.
That "maybe" was enough.
Days passed like this, turning into a quiet routine that no one else really understood. To others, it was just two friends spending time on the terrace. But for me… it meant so much more.
It was strange how easily my preferences changed.
The terrace I once avoided became my favourite place.
Recess I once ignored became the most important part of my day.
And all of it… because of him.
There were times when I questioned myself.
"Why am I doing this?"
"Does this even make sense?"
But I never stopped.
Because deep down, I didn't want to.
One day, while standing there, I realised something.
I wasn't just going to see him anymore.
I was going because it made me feel something.
Something soft.
Something exciting.
Something I couldn't explain properly.
Even if he never looked at me…
Even if he never knew I was there…
Those moments still felt real to me.
And maybe that's what made it so special.
It wasn't loud.
It wasn't obvious.
It wasn't even shared.
But it was mine.
Completely mine.
And slowly, without even realising it, I had created a small world of my own—built around glimpses, distance, and unspoken feelings.
A world where just seeing him for a few seconds was enough to make my entire day better.
A world where I didn't need conversations… just presence.
And every day, during recess, standing there near his classroom, pretending everything was normal…
I was quietly living that world.🌍🙈❤️
There were also moments… the kind that made my heart stop for a second.
Moments when it felt like he almost noticed me.😍
One day, I was standing near the railing, pretending to listen to my best friend, when he suddenly stepped out of his classroom. I wasn't expecting it. My eyes moved to him instantly—like they always did—but this time, something was different.
He didn't turn away immediately.
For a second… his gaze moved in my direction.
Not exactly at me.
But close enough.
My heartbeat picked up so fast it almost scared me. I quickly looked away, acting like I was busy in conversation, but I could feel it—that strange awareness. Like there was a chance… a very small chance… that he had seen me.
I didn't dare to look back immediately.
When I finally did, he was already talking to his friends like nothing happened.
But for me… everything had happened.
--
Another day, something even more unexpected happened.
He walked out during recess, laughing with his friends, and for some reason, they stopped right near the spot where I was standing. Not exactly next to me… but close enough that I could hear parts of their conversation.
I froze.
My best friend was still talking, but I couldn't respond. My mind went blank. All I could think was—"he's right here."
So close.
Closer than ever before.
For a second, I felt like if I just looked up… properly… our eyes would meet.
But I didn't.
I couldn't.
I was too scared of what that moment might feel like.
Or worse… what if nothing happened at all?
So I stayed there, pretending to be normal, while my heart was doing everything but that.
And then, just like that, he walked away again.
Leaving behind a moment that felt much bigger than it actually was.
--There were also those tiny, confusing seconds.
Like when I felt someone looking… and when I turned slightly, I would see him already looking away.
So fast that I wasn't sure.
"Did he just look at me… or am I imagining it?"
I never had an answer.
But those small doubts somehow made everything more real.
More intense.
---
And then there was one moment I could never forget.
I was laughing at something my best friend said, not even thinking about anything else, when I casually looked up—and our eyes met.😌
Properly.
For a second.
A real one.
Not almost. Not maybe.
It wasn't long.
But it was enough.
Enough to make everything go quiet again.
Enough to make me forget what I was even laughing about.
I quickly looked away, my smile fading into something softer, something I couldn't explain.
But inside…
I was smiling even more.😃☺️