He saw her first at a café on a lazy afternoon—short hair, soft features, and a presence that seemed to bend the air around her. Something about her hit him like a warm wave crashing too suddenly. He didn’t know her name, her world, or her story. All he knew was that his heartbeat changed shape the moment she walked in.
She was unlike anyone he had ever met—pure but playful, the kind of woman who could laugh with her whole body and still carry an old-soul quiet in her eyes. Sexy without trying, humble without realising. She looked like someone who lived freely, who didn’t have to announce her magic for anyone to notice it.
Every time he caught sight of her, his face lit up in a way he couldn’t quite control. She awakened something in him—curiosity, longing, and a gentle ache that felt both beautiful and dangerous. He found himself scanning the room for her even when he knew she wasn’t there, as if gravity itself had shifted toward her.
Around her, he felt… exposed. Not because she did anything, but because she saw things. He could feel her gaze reading the parts of him he never spoke about. She made him uncomfortable, but it was the kind of discomfort that felt alive, like standing barefoot on cold earth at dawn. He loved it. He craved it.
He wanted to be near her every day—wanted to hear her voice, see that lopsided smile, watch the way her short hair caught the light. And yet something in reality held him back. Maybe it was timing. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the quiet intuition that she belonged to a world he could admire from afar but never hold in his hands.
He could never draw himself away from her. And he could never truly be with her.
So he loved her the only way he knew how—silently, from a distance, collecting moments of her presence like tiny, stolen constellations he carried inside his chest.
And though she moved through life unaware of the storm she stirred in him, she remained the one impossible girl he would never forget—the girl with short hair who taught him, without a single word, that some people are meant not to stay, but to awaken something in you you didn’t know was sleeping.
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