I never believed in love at first sight.
It always sounded like something from movies—too perfect to be real.
Until the day I saw her.
It was an ordinary afternoon. The sun wasn't too bright, the wind wasn't too strong—everything felt… normal. But the moment she walked into the room, something changed. I don't know what it was. Maybe the way her hair moved softly as she walked, or how her eyes carried a calmness I had never seen before.
She didn't notice me.
But I noticed everything about her.
Days passed, and somehow she became a part of my routine without even knowing it. I started looking forward to the little things—seeing her smile from across the room, hearing her laugh, even just knowing she was there.
I never had the courage to tell her how I felt.
Because how do you explain that someone feels like the sky to you?
Beautiful, endless… but too far to touch.
One day, we finally talked. It wasn't anything special—just a simple conversation. But to me, it felt like the world had stopped just to listen to us. Her voice was soft, her words simple, yet everything she said stayed in my heart.
After that, we talked more. Not every day, not for long—but enough to make me feel alive in a way I never had before.
I started dreaming.
Dreaming about a future where she knew how much she meant to me.
But life doesn't always follow our dreams.
One evening, she told me she was leaving.
Not forever, she said. Just moving away.
I smiled and said it was okay.
But inside, something broke quietly.
I wanted to tell her everything that day—how she changed me, how she became my happiness, how she was my first love.
But I didn't.
Because love, I realized, isn't always about holding on.
Sometimes, it's about letting someone go… and still wishing them happiness.
She left.
And with her, a part of me went silent.
But even today, whenever I look at the sky, I remember her.
Because just like the sky—
I loved her deeply… Even though I could never touch her.