"She" Chapter 1

"She" Chapter1

I need to share a few things—like her beauty. Why does she captivate me so much? If I recall correctly, she was just sitting there in silence, but in her gaze, I found paradise. Is it possible that so much sweetness and tenderness could exist in just one person? Somehow, she made it possible. I don't even know when I started noticing her. Every morning, we exchanged glances and smiles, and that perfectly timed “Good morning!” always seemed to catch her attention. Maybe I always knew, or maybe not, but without meaning to, I began to discover an extraordinary world. 

Suddenly, each night I found myself growing restless. I wanted the hours to pass faster. Sleep felt endless—I just wanted to speed up my dreams to reach a new day and see her again, sitting there, silent. But to me, it was anything but silence. In my mind, I imagined long, deep conversations about her interests and hobbies. 

Each of her untold stories, every verse, every phrase from her brilliant mind—I didn’t just want to hear her, I wanted to memorize every word and connect them with my dreams. Bit by bit, I longed to move closer to her, to her very essence. I ached to touch her hair and let its scent linger on my hands. Step by step, I just wanted to be near her. 

It all remained in thoughts, dreams, and desires. Thankfully, she was right there beside me. But how could I approach her? I didn’t have a plan. Still, something inside me gave me the courage—I knew I could do it. I was so confident that after six weeks of exchanged glances and morning greetings, I made my decision. And with that decision—alongside a bit of fear—I finally walked up to her. 

I still remember it clearly—my watch said 6:47 a.m., and my heart was beating a million times per second. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating—it was really 6:52. I was never an early riser, but what she stirred in me was something else. For her, I’d go sleepless. My days would be twenty-three hours long, and nights would last only one—with the sole purpose of finding her in my dreams. 

So, there I was: head held high, a knot in my throat. I asked her, “How are you today?” My hands were sweating, my legs betraying me. She replied, “Very well, and you?”—and I froze. I hadn’t expected that, and all I could answer was, “Good.” But then something shifted. What began as an awkward moment became a wave of emotions. Maybe I overwhelmed her with so many questions, but I was finally freeing everything I had felt and needed to know. 

Those eight minutes were the longest—and the shortest—of my life. Because just like that, our time together ran out.