
I wasn’t looking for love.
Not then.
Not at the beginning of a new life in BTech, when everything felt so loud and unfamiliar.
But then… there she was.62Please respect copyright.PENANA7qO360kasw
In my class. Not with a bang — no. With a stillness that pulled me in.62Please respect copyright.PENANAWJtSNsluF6
Her eyes weren’t just eyes — they were answers I hadn’t known I was asking for. The way she carried herself, unaware of the spell she cast…
She wasn’t trying to be seen. That’s probably why I couldn’t look away.
And then — something close to a miracle.62Please respect copyright.PENANAgr5HWKgGCL
A twist of fate, or maybe a cruel joke dressed as kindness.62Please respect copyright.PENANA9peA9XEbqw
Our English teacher split the class into boy-girl pairs for an icebreaker — apparently to help us “communicate better”.
A task I would’ve laughed at on any other day. But that day, I whispered a prayer.62Please respect copyright.PENANA2lMSFs2y79
And somehow… the universe whispered back.62Please respect copyright.PENANAP4IHmgeNUt
And somehow, she became my pair.
I still remember the rush — like every word I knew had vanished.62Please respect copyright.PENANAR6xutI4SB7
But she broke the silence first.62Please respect copyright.PENANA9EUiLSv4Uo
Anime. Books. Songs.62Please respect copyright.PENANAgNgg9goWDq
She read stories I loved.62Please respect copyright.PENANAU7M9h7h4XU
And she seemed like one.
Both a little introverted, both a little lost in our own worlds.62Please respect copyright.PENANAUT7HRHiQz9
But somehow, we found each other in the same chapter.
She smiled when I spoke. I smiled because she listened.62Please respect copyright.PENANAZQQ5HgcxFR
Time blurred. The bell rang.62Please respect copyright.PENANAOBf5U3N6Iw
And just like that — it ended.
And we never spoke again.
But something strange kept happening — our buses, parked side by side every day. Coincidence? Maybe. Or maybe a second chance, parked beside me daily.
Still… I said nothing. Because I was afraid.62Please respect copyright.PENANAGInjIHawPF
Afraid of saying too much.62Please respect copyright.PENANA3CoOnIoqGN
Afraid of being misunderstood.62Please respect copyright.PENANAUgLK9dapwE
Afraid of being too much for someone who never asked for me in the first place.
I never even knew her real name. Not then. But I gave her one — quietly, in my own head.
Seren.
It means "star" in a language I don't speak, but somehow understood.
Because that’s what she felt like.62Please respect copyright.PENANA44J1Gg7e5j
Distant. Quiet. But somehow... always there.62Please respect copyright.PENANAKr6wvfO9i1
Not burning bright — just being.62Please respect copyright.PENANAdSxjOqOsZe
A kind of calm I wanted to orbit.
She never knew, of course. She never knew she was Seren to me.
I told myself — four years is a long time. I’ll talk to her again. When the time is right. But fate isn’t always patient.
In amidst of all, one day, she changed her branch.62Please respect copyright.PENANAW6OSPxR3uw
Moved classes.62Please respect copyright.PENANAtGkHfSONVt
Moved… away.62Please respect copyright.PENANAWigKmHQR7v
And I was left wondering…
I stood there, not broken — but almost.
“How foolish of me,” I thought.
Waiting for the right time, without ever trying to make it right.
So now I ask— Will our paths cross again?62Please respect copyright.PENANAOwWSUXbnPc
Or was this always the story of a fool who named a girl Seren,62Please respect copyright.PENANAo0DHsh6Nsb
and never found the courage to tell her why?