…a boy who entered the schoolyard like every morning.

The same routine, the same paths, the same faces.

But that day there was a girl he had never seen before.

It seemed different from the others. Silent, but not invisible.

He only saw her for a moment – ​​but she stayed in his mind.

The weeks passed, months perhaps.

No one dared to speak to the other.

It wasn't a movie, it wasn't a dramatic scene - just a brief glimpse that was burned into my memory.

Then she disappeared from his everyday life again.

A few months later he saw her on his phone.

In the middle of endless faces – suddenly there was this face again.

In the pictures her smile was beautiful.

And this time he wrote to her.

They didn't write for long, they even exchanged numbers.

But contact dwindled.

But in the schoolyard, among all the people, he saw her again.

By chance – or by the will of both not to let it be a chance.

They began to meet.

Strolling along a beautiful river in the evening, laughing about things no one understood.

It was easy. Carefree.

It wasn't love right away – more of a familiar feeling that grew slowly.

Over time it became deeper.
The conversations are more honest.
The silence is more pleasant.

They knew each other's peculiarities, the silence, the weakness.

They became part of each other's everyday lives – and yet each remained their own universe.

It wasn't a stormy, cinematic love affair.

But one that stayed.
One that matured.

From a glance in the schoolyard – to a connection that couldn't be explained, but was exactly right.