I confessed.
It was no longer
between school bells
or silent glances across a classroom.
It was at the edge
of everything we once were.
He blocked me.
And after that,
I never tried to be seen again.
Even when fate placed us
in the same space,
I chose to hide—
like a memory that didn't belong anymore.
School ended.
And life… moved forward
even when my heart didn't.
I stepped into a new world—
white uniforms,
long hospital corridors,
learning how to care for lives
while quietly forgetting how to hold my own.
He left too—
to another country,
another life,
studying, building a future
that never had me in it.
Time passed…
and one day—
he came back into my sight.
This time,
he was the one who spoke first.
And I—
I fell again.
I started seeing him…
again.
Not in classrooms anymore,
but in brief moments,
unexpected places,
like fate refusing to let go completely.
But this time,
it wasn't just warmth hidden inside
and calmness outside.
My hands trembled.
My body betrayed me.
The shiver didn't stop
even after he left—
it stayed,
until something else
forced my mind away.
This time,
I didn't wait for destiny.
I ran towards it—
towards him—
every single day,
just to see him.
In a crowd,
he still felt like light,
like warmth.
Maybe he was just a side character
in the world's story—
but in mine,
he was always the main one.
That's how it is
in my life.
To everyone,
he is just an ordinary person.
And me…
I am just an extra
in his story.
But in my world,
he is everything
extraordinary.
Four years have passed
since I fell in love with him.
In the heat of a love
That still burns inside me.
One year six months
since I last saw him.
Six months
since I last heard his voice.
Three months
of sending messages
that slowly faded into silence.
But my feelings…
they never moved.
They stayed—
exactly where they began.
The only thing I still do,
and maybe will never stop,
is wishing him
on his birthday.
Even if his eyes
never turn towards me…
mine—
never learned
to look at anyone else.
Only him.