Sometimes the strangest things happen without any explanation. Like how, on random days, my outfit would somehow match his. The colors, the style—down to the smallest detail—it looked like we had planned it the night before. People around us would notice, some even joking, "Did you two coordinate?" But the truth? We hadn't spoken. Not once.
I hadn't even talked to him.
It was absurd, really. I didn't know his favorite food, his birthday, or even the sound of his voice. All I knew was that his presence made the room feel different. Warmer. Brighter. And yet, I barely knew his name.
There were moments I would look in the mirror and ask myself, "Am I the ugliest person in the world?" Harsh, I know. But it's a thought that creeps in when you feel invisible, when your confidence is buried under layers of self-doubt. I'd find myself picking apart every little imperfection—my hair, my skin, the way my eyes never seemed to sparkle like the others'. Compared to him, who seemed effortlessly flawless, I felt... invisible.
And maybe that's what made it all so ridiculous.
Who falls in love without even knowing someone's name?
Apparently, I do.
Eventually, curiosity—and maybe a bit of obsession—got the best of me. One afternoon, when the classroom was empty and the hallway quiet, I quietly slipped into the attendance office. My hands were sweating as I flipped through the register. It felt like a crime. My heart raced faster with every page. And then... there it was. His name. Simple. Short. Yet somehow, it felt as perfect as he looked.
Bish.
I stared at it for a while, the letters playing over and over in my head like a melody. It suited him. There was something gentle and mysterious about it. Just like him.
From that moment, I was on a mission. I searched every corner of social media—Facebook, Instagram, even the obscure ones like Twitter and Pinterest. After hours of scrolling and second-guessing, I finally found him.
No profile picture.
Private account.
Of course.
Still, I sent a friend request. My finger hovered over the "Send" button longer than I care to admit, but I did it. And then... I waited.
Days passed. Then weeks.
Nothing.
I checked my phone more times than I'd ever admit to anyone. Every notification sent my heart leaping into my throat, only to have it fall again when it wasn't him. I even tried to convince myself I didn't care. He probably didn't even know who I was, I'd think. This was all just one-sided, anyway.
But then, something happened.