From the very first moment I saw her, I knew—deep down—I didn’t stand a chance. Something in the way she moved through the world told me she belonged to a different rhythm, a different light. And me? I was just a shadow following that light around, hoping—just hoping—it would notice me one day. But that didn’t stop me. In fact, it only pulled me closer. I did everything I could for her—quietly, from the sidelines. I carried her burdens when she didn’t ask. I stayed up late just to reply to her messages within seconds, even if all she said was something as simple as “Hey, what’s up?” I listened…

Where did the time go?I blinked, and somehow, it’s been years. Years since I felt that raw spark inside me — that hunger, that curiosity, that simple thrill of just being alive. Now, the days slip by without meaning.Wake up. Eight hours of remote work, stuck in a chair, staring at a screen.Eat. Scroll. Sleep.Repeat. It’s a quiet kind of suffocation.Not loud, not dramatic.Just an endless loop of monotony, so smooth and silent that you don’t even realize you’re drowning. Not at first. Month after month, year after year — it’s all the same.A conveyor belt life.Move along, nothing to see here. Is it concerning?Is this really living?Or am I…

I want to talk to you, you want to talk to me, but we won’t.I want to look at you, you want to look at me, but we won’t.That don’t-care attitude we throw on like a mask the moment we catch each other’s glance — it’s all fake. It’s all trembling hands hidden inside steady pockets, racing hearts masked by indifferent eyes. We move in the same spaces like strangers wearing familiar souls. I feel your presence like a whisper brushing the edge of my skin. I know you feel mine too. It’s there, in the slight tension in your jaw, the way your fingers fidget when you pretend not…