I came back to university with one hope.
To see you.
5 October
I'm finally here.Maybe I'll see him today.
Everything looked the same.
The classrooms.The corridors.The noise.
Nothing had changed.
Except me.
I walked through the same places we once talked about.
Sat in the same classrooms.
Passed by the same corners.
But you weren't there.
"Sometimes, places stay the same… but without the right person, they feel completely different."
Days started passing.
Slowly.
Each morning, I walked in with the same thought—
maybe today.
But every day ended the same way.
Without you.
6 October
He didn't come today either.Why does it feel so disappointing?
I didn't understand why it mattered this much.
Why your absence felt heavier here than it did at home.
Maybe because here—
everything reminded me of you.
I started asking about you.
Casually at first.
Then more often.
"Did he come?""Do you know when he's coming?"
I tried to sound
But it wasn't just that.
I was waiting.
"Waiting becomes painful when you don't know if the person you're waiting for will ever show up."
Every time my phone buzzed,every time someone mentioned your name—
my heart reacted before I could stop it.
I didn't want to admit it.
But I wanted to see you.
More than anything.
normal.
Like it didn't matter.
Like I was just asking.
But it wasn't just that.
I was waiting.
"Waiting becomes painful when you don't know if the person you're waiting for will ever show up."
Every time my phone buzzed,every time someone mentioned your name—
my heart reacted before I could stop it.
I didn't want to admit it.
But I wanted to see you.
More than anything.
7 October
I don't know why I want to see him this badly.But I do.
It wasn't even about talking.
Not anymore.
I just wanted to see you.
Just once.
To know you were real.
That everything we had… wasn't just something that disappeared.
"Sometimes, we don't need conversations… we just need to see them once to feel okay."
Days kept passing.
And I kept asking.
Kept hoping.
Kept waiting.
Because somewhere inside me—
I still believed…
you would come.
And when you did—
maybe everything would make sense again.