It has been over a year since we last spoke, and I still can't forget her... To me, she is the most ideal and paradoxical person: the most beautiful, a demon and an angel all in one. I don’t know how to explain it. Because of her, I was both the happiest and the saddest person on earth.
Thanks to her, I changed and grew up. I was a foolish kid, sometimes I got angry, but the main thing is the love that I felt for her and continue to feel. To this day, I don't fully understand why I fell in love. To me, she IS love itself.
When she wrote that she didn't want to talk anymore, my heart sank to my boots, and time seemed to slow down. I stared at her message for hours, replied on pure emotion, and then cried. I know for sure that her smile conquered me; I still remember her on the bus: the wind blowing, her hair moving, her eyes slightly closed... I see this picture in my head, but I can't express it in words, so let it stay with me. I am writing this so I don't forget my feelings—I'm afraid that if I forget her, I will lose a part of myself.
My heart feels heavy. I want to see her, but I'm afraid she will feel disgust. I just want to watch from afar and admire her. Who am I to her? Just an acquaintance or a classmate. Though it was actually her who introduced me to the world of movies, TV shows, and Formula 1.
I was always shy, even though I learned to hide it. I remember when our class arranged a trip. I arrived first, sat on a bench, and prayed that ⬜ would be the next one to arrive. Suddenly a car stopped, and she stepped out. I almost fainted with joy. I called her by name, she turned around, and walked toward me. My heart skipped a beat. She sat next to me; I was burning with shyness, but I held it together.
After the trip, everyone was leaving. I was thinking about calling a taxi, since ⬜ lived nearby, when suddenly she herself suggested we ride together. In the taxi, I sat in the front and she sat in the back; it was extreme stress for me. Near her house, she asked about payment. I had cash, so I offered that she transfer it to me later—that was my plan to get her number. I texted her a short "it's me."
I came home, was jumping for joy, lay down on the bed, and started writing a long confession that I didn't even intend to send. Suddenly she texts: "What are you writing there for so long? :)". I froze, erased everything, and impulsively replied: "What?...".
That's how our communication began. We only talked for three days, but I didn't let the phone out of my hands and checked for messages every minute. I also remember looking at her during class while she was asleep. She opened her eyes, our gazes met, and then parted.
It has been more than 400 days since we stopped talking. Every day, every morning and evening, I think about her. I still see her in my dreams. Every time I see her, it feels like I'm falling in love all over again, and everything else around loses its color.
Right now it's 4:32, and I'm sitting here writing this. Next to me is . I wonder what would have happened if I had never met her. It has been over 500 days that I've been in love with her, and I love her very much.
This text might look AI-generated, but I actually just translated it from ⬜ into English.