I first saw her in college.💗
It wasn't a special day
Just an ordinary class, an ordinary campus—and her.
From that day, something inside me changed.
I never talked to her at first.
I only looked at her quietly, from a distance. Sometimes from the classroom door, sometimes from across the campus. I didn't want to disturb her. I didn't even know if she noticed me.
She didn't come to college regularly.
Some days she was there.
Most days, she wasn't.
Still, I waited.
Whenever I came to college, my eyes searched for her first. When she wasn't there, the day felt longer. When she was, even for a few hours, my heart felt calm.
Days turned into months.
Months quietly turned into years.
I had so many chances to speak, yet every time my courage failed me. I kept everything inside—my feelings, my thoughts, my hopes. I told myself, "Maybe tomorrow."
Tomorrow kept moving forward.
College life was slowly coming to an end. Everyone was talking about graduation, future plans, leaving this place behind. That's when fear hit me—not fear of rejection, but fear of regret.
I knew one thing clearly:
If I stayed silent now, I would carry that silence for the rest of my life.
On one of the last days of college, I finally spoke.
My voice wasn't perfect.
My words weren't planned.
I just told her the truth—
that I liked her, that I had liked her for a long time, that I waited because I didn't want to cross her boundaries.
She listened quietly.
Then she smiled and said yes.
That moment changed everything.
Our relationship began slowly, naturally—no rush, no pressure. We learned each other, supported each other, grew together. On 19 October 2024,😊🩷 I proposed to her. It wasn't fancy. It was honest. And it was my first love.
As time passed, our relationship became older—and stronger. Love didn't fade; it deepened. We faced life, responsibilities, and long waits together.
After years of patience and effort, we got married.
Today, our home is filled with laughter.
We have two children, and every time I look at them, I'm grateful I waited, grateful I spoke, grateful I didn't give up.
This wasn't a love story that happened overnight.
It was built slowly—
with silence, patience, courage, and time.
And it was real.