The first time I saw him, I didn’t even have my glasses on.
Just a blur. A gray sweater. A voice soft enough to unravel me.

I thought it was just a crush.
But it wasn’t. It was limerence—an obsession that grew with every glance, every coincidence that felt like fate.

I started timing my life around him. Sitting where I might see him. Pretending to be busy just so I wouldn’t look obvious. Every absence felt like a hollow ache. Every near-collision felt like destiny.

And then… we talked.
Four hours that changed me. Conversations about God, loneliness, and everything in between. He felt like peace itself—something I had lost long ago and was desperate to find again.

But was it real?
Was he interested, or just kind?
Was I in love with him—or with the mirror of my own longing?

This is not a fairytale romance. It’s the diary of a girl who mistook coincidences for signs, silence for depth, and almost drowned in her own projection.

A story about infatuation, obsession, heartbreak—and the painful beauty of letting go.

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Chapter 8 - Editing in process after this