Mary ana, my love
There is a girl
who probably has no idea
that she has become a quiet chapter in my thoughts.
She doesn't know
how many ordinary school days
became memorable
because she happened to be in them.
Sometimes it's just a glance.
Sometimes it's a smile.
Sometimes it's nothing at all— and yet my heart insists
on writing stories
where reality has written none.
Maybe one day
she'll know how much courage
it takes to hide a thousand words
behind a simple "Hi."
And maybe she never will.
Until then,
she'll remain what she's always been— a beautiful possibility, living somewhere between hope and silence.
Posted Aug 3, 2026, 10:23 AM UTC
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