The beginning of my 10th grade had already passed almost six months, and nothing really changed—except me. I was still the same girl from the outside, attending classes, completing homework, laughing with friends… but inside, something was different.🌺
Every day, without fail, I would look for him. Not talk to him, not even go near him—just see him from a distance. And somehow, that was enough to make my entire day feel better.
It became a habit. A quiet routine.
See him → smile → feel happy.😊
That was it.
Then one day, our school announced a **Yoga Day celebration**. A big yoga camp was going to be held on the school ground, and all the students were invited. Honestly, at first, I didn't care much. It sounded like just another school event.
But then… I found out he would be there too.
And suddenly, it didn't feel "normal" anymore.
That day, the whole ground was filled with students. Lines were arranged class-wise, and everyone was asked to sit according to their standard. There was noise, excitement, and a little bit of chaos everywhere.
I sat down with my class, trying to act normal—but my eyes were already searching for him.
And then I saw him.
He was there.
Not too far. Not too close.
Just… enough for me to notice every little thing.
He was sitting in the line next to mine, slightly behind me. My heart started beating faster for no reason. I tried to focus, but it was impossible.
I kept turning back again and again, pretending to talk to my best friend.
But honestly… I wasn't listening to her at all.
I was just looking at him.
He looked so calm. So effortless.
And there was something about him that day—he wasn't just another student sitting there. He was actively helping. I later realized he was one of the 'volunteers'.
Of course he was.
He was good at everything—dance, yoga, activities… everything.
"Stop staring so much," my best friend whispered, trying not to laugh.
"I'm not staring," I replied quickly.
But we both knew that was a lie.
The yoga session started. Teachers were guiding everyone, asking us to focus, breathe, and stay still.
But my mind?
Nowhere near "peace" or "focus."
Every few minutes, I would turn back again, just for a second. Just one glance.
And sometimes… it felt like he almost noticed.
There were moments when our eyes nearly met—like just one second away. And every time that happened, I would quickly look away, my heart racing like I had done something wrong.
But deep inside… I loved those moments.
After some time, my best friend and I got a little bored and stood up, moving towards the side of the ground. We found a quiet corner and started talking.
Or at least, she was talking.
Because as always… I was talking about him.
"I think he saw me today."
"No, no… maybe not."
"But what if he did?"
I kept overthinking every tiny moment.
And then suddenly…
One of the sports teachers gave instructions to the volunteers, asking them to make all the students stand properly in lines again.
I didn't pay much attention at first.
Until…
He started walking towards our side.
My heart literally stopped.
Out of all the people, out of the entire ground…
He came to "our side".
I felt my hands go cold. My mind went blank. I didn't even know how to stand properly anymore.😣
He came closer.
Closer.
And then…
He stopped right in front of us.
For a second, I couldn't even breathe.
He looked normal. Calm. Like it was just another task for him.
But for me… it was something I would never forget.
"Please, you guys also go and stand in the line," he said.
That's it.
Just one simple sentence.
But to me… it felt like everything.
His voice was soft. Not rude. Not strict. Just simple… and polite.
I nodded quickly, unable to even say a proper word. My best friend answered something, but I don't even remember what.
Because I was too busy processing the fact that—
"He just talked to me."
For the first time.
After he left, I just stood there for a few seconds, completely frozen.
"OH MY GOD," my best friend whispered loudly, shaking me.
"He talked to you!!"
"I know…" I said softly, still in shock.😱
The rest of the yoga session?
I don't remember anything.
Because my mind kept replaying that one moment again and again.💕
His voice.
His face.
That one sentence.
Even after I reached home, I couldn't focus on anything. Not studies, not phone, not even normal conversations.
I just kept thinking…
"How did this even happen?"
"It was so simple… but why does it feel so special?"
Maybe for him, it was just a small duty as a volunteer.
Just another normal interaction.
But for me…
It was a moment I would remember for a very, very long time.
And that night, while lying on my bed, I smiled to myself.
Because finally…
Our story wasn't completely silent anymore.💫
That night felt different.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, but instead of thinking about studies or tomorrow's schedule… my mind was completely filled with him.
That one moment kept replaying again and again.
"Please, you guys also go and stand in the line."
Such a simple sentence.
Such a normal tone.
But why did it feel so special to me?
I turned to my side, hugged my pillow tightly, and smiled without even realizing it.
I couldn't keep it to myself anymore.
So I picked up my phone and called my best friend.
She picked up within seconds.
"I knew it," she laughed. "You were going to call me."
"I'm really happy," I said immediately, not even greeting her properly.
"I can tell," she replied teasingly. "You've only said that about 20 times today."
"No, but listen," I said, sitting up now, my voice full of excitement.
"He's so calm… like really calm. And the way he talked—so simple, so polite. I don't know why, but… it felt different."
There was a pause on the other side, and then she said in a slightly softer tone,
"You really like him, don't you?"
I didn't answer immediately.
Instead, I just smiled to myself.
"I don't know," I whispered.
"But… he's exactly the type of person I imagine. Calm, gentle… not loud, not show-off. Just… him."
"Wow," she said dramatically, "madam has already imagined her future husband."
"Shut up," I laughed, but I could feel my cheeks getting warm.
Then, after a small pause, I said something I didn't even realize I was thinking so deeply.
"Do you think… he could ever be mine?"
The question hung in the air.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then she sighed and said,
"Okay, stop now. Since morning, how many times have you said this? Relax. Just enjoy the moment."
"But still…" I said softly.
"Sleep," she interrupted. "And dream about him if you want, but don't overthink so much."
We both laughed a little, and after talking for a few more minutes, we hung up.
But even after the call ended, my thoughts didn't.
I lay down again, staring into the darkness.
"Could he ever be mine?"
It sounded silly. Unreal. Almost impossible.
But still…
Somewhere inside me, a small part hoped for it.
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The next morning, I woke up with the same excitement still alive inside me.
It wasn't just a normal school day anymore.
It felt like something was going to happen.
I got ready faster than usual, choosing my outfit carefully, fixing my hair again and again, even though it looked fine the first time.
My mom noticed.
"Why are you smiling so much today?" she asked casually.
"Nothing," I replied quickly, trying to hide it—but I knew my smile was giving everything away.
As soon as I reached school, my heart started beating faster.
My eyes automatically began searching for him.
And then…
Just like yesterday.
Just like some kind of coincidence.
Or maybe something more than coincidence…
I saw him.
Near the stairs.
For a second, I just stood there, frozen.
It felt unreal.
Out of the whole school… again… at the very beginning of the day…
I saw him.
He was walking up the stairs with his friends, talking casually, smiling slightly.
And I was just there… watching.
My heart was racing, but at the same time, there was this strange feeling of comfort.
Like this moment was meant to happen.
Like somehow…
"Even destiny wanted our paths to cross."
I slowly started walking towards my classroom, but my eyes kept going back to him again and again.👀💕
And just for a second…
It felt like he almost looked in my direction.
I don't know if he actually did or not.
Maybe it was just my imagination.
But that one second was enough to make my entire day feel magical.
I reached my class and immediately went to my best friend.
"He was there," I said, almost out of breath.
"Of course he was," she replied calmly. "It's his school too."
"No, but listen," I insisted, sitting beside her.
"First yoga day… then today… same place… same timing… don't you think it's… something?"
She looked at me for a second and then smiled.
"Or maybe," she said, "you just keep looking for him everywhere."
I paused.
Maybe she was right.
But still…
Why did it feel like more than that?
Why did it feel like every small moment was connecting somehow?
Like invisible threads tying everything together.
I leaned back in my seat, still smiling.
Because whether it was coincidence… or just my imagination…
One thing was true.
Seeing him—again and again—made everything feel a little more special.
And maybe…
Just maybe…
This quiet, one-sided story of mine…
Was slowly turning into something more.🤧