Not all stories begin with fireworks.
Some start in the softest ways —a glance across a crowded room,a quiet admiration tucked safely inside the heart.
This is a story about a feeling that grew quietly, hidden between shy smiles and missed chances. It's about a girl who found herself drawn to someone, not because of grand gestures, but because of the simple way he existed — his laughter, his eyes, the light he didn't know he carried.
It's about invisible hellos, silent goodbyes,
and the courage it takes to care for someone from a distance.
It's about how sometimes, the greatest acts of love are the ones no one ever sees:
letting go, wishing well, and learning to smile even when the heart aches.
This is not just a love story.
It's a story of growing up, of finding strength in tenderness, and of learning that even the quietest connections leave echoes that stay with us long after goodbye.
This is my story.
A story of meeting, of missing, of remembering — and of finally choosing to move forward with a heart still full of light.