A Strange Feeling that Became Everything

I never saw him.
I never heard his voice.
All I had was a name; passed to me through a friend, and yet, somehow, it was enough to make my heart skip.

At first, I didn’t understand it. How could I like someone I’d never met? I denied it, told myself it was impossible. But each time his name was mentioned, something inside me shifted. Slowly, without my permission, he became the constant in my thoughts.

I don’t know how it happened, but I fell. Deeply. Completely. Without touch, without words, without knowing the sound of his laughter. And yet, he lives in my every breath, as if I belong to him in every heartbeat.

This is my love story. It is unique. It is selfless. He may never be mine, but in my heart—he is.