The First Time Our Eyes Met

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 ❤️ Title: "The First Time Our Eyes Met"


✍️ A Story of Unspoken Love


It was a cold December afternoon. I remember the way the wind touched my face, but what truly stayed with me was the way Areeba smiled that day. We met at our college canteen. She wasn't just a girl — she was that quiet storm you never see coming, but feel forever.


I wasn’t the type who wrote poetry or spoke much. Just an ordinary guy with silent thoughts. But that day, when she placed a cup of tea in front of me and said,


> “You don’t talk much, do you?”




Something inside me whispered,


> "Maybe I’ll start... for her."





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🌸 The Beginning of Something Beautiful


From that day on, the canteen became my temple. I’d wait every day, not for food or friends — but for a glimpse of her. Her laugh, her eyes, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear — everything about her made time stop.


One afternoon, I gathered the courage to speak:


> “Areeba, if I told you that I come here every day just to see your smile, would that be too strange?”




She looked at me for a moment, smiled softly, and said:


> “Then I’ll make sure to smile every day... but only for you.”




And that’s how it began.

No flowers, no fancy lines — just silence filled with emotions, and eyes that said what words could never express.



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💔 Until Life Took a Turn...


But like every beautiful chapter, ours too had an unexpected pause. Her family had to move to another city. No contact, no goodbye, just a memory left behind.


Two years later, out of nowhere, I received a message on Facebook:


> “I still have your poetry in my diary.”




Confused, I replied,


> “But I never wrote poetry…”




She sent me a picture — a page from my old notebook she had borrowed.


It read:


> “She still lives in my eyes,

But now I cry every time someone else calls her name.”





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🥀 Even Today...


Even now, I read those lines every night before I sleep. Maybe love doesn’t really end — it just hides in the silence of time.



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💬 Final Words:


> Sometimes, love doesn't ask for forever.

It just asks to be remembered... softly, deeply, silently.


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