Summer
Wellknown Ace
Some things are meant to be short.
We knew that even before it happened.
It was always meant to be a single, brief meeting.
No pauses. No words exchanged.
Just two paths crossing...
the very first step into something that would grow.
Still, when it actually happened,
it didn’t feel as simple as we thought.
I’ve always known a certain version
confident, bold, never unsure.
But for that one second, I saw something different.
A small hesitation.
A shy reaction that didn’t match anything I had known before.
Almost like someone trying to hide, just for a moment.
It was so quick I can’t even explain it properly.
If I think about it now, it could’ve been nothing.
Or maybe I just want to believe it wasn’t.
But that one look... that face...
it stayed.
Funny how something that lasted a second
can feel this hard to forget.
And then… we crossed paths again.
This time, a little closer than before.
Close enough for me to see more than just a passing moment.
Close enough to notice the details I had missed.
You had said you would pass by.
And you did.
But you didn’t see me.
I was right there—
watching quietly,
holding onto a moment you didn’t even know existed.
Later, when I told you,
there was that surprise… that disbelief.
As if the moment belonged only to me.
Maybe it did.
Because for me,
it wasn’t just another passing second.
It felt like something quietly growing—
unnoticed, unspoken… but real.
Maybe it was just a moment.
Maybe it was more.
I don’t really know.
But I know I won’t forget it—
because somewhere between that first glance
and this silent crossing,
you became a story I didn’t mean to write.
We knew that even before it happened.
It was always meant to be a single, brief meeting.
No pauses. No words exchanged.
Just two paths crossing...
the very first step into something that would grow.
Still, when it actually happened,
it didn’t feel as simple as we thought.
I’ve always known a certain version
confident, bold, never unsure.
But for that one second, I saw something different.
A small hesitation.
A shy reaction that didn’t match anything I had known before.
Almost like someone trying to hide, just for a moment.
It was so quick I can’t even explain it properly.
If I think about it now, it could’ve been nothing.
Or maybe I just want to believe it wasn’t.
But that one look... that face...
it stayed.
Funny how something that lasted a second
can feel this hard to forget.
And then… we crossed paths again.
This time, a little closer than before.
Close enough for me to see more than just a passing moment.
Close enough to notice the details I had missed.
You had said you would pass by.
And you did.
But you didn’t see me.
I was right there—
watching quietly,
holding onto a moment you didn’t even know existed.
Later, when I told you,
there was that surprise… that disbelief.
As if the moment belonged only to me.
Maybe it did.
Because for me,
it wasn’t just another passing second.
It felt like something quietly growing—
unnoticed, unspoken… but real.
Maybe it was just a moment.
Maybe it was more.
I don’t really know.
But I know I won’t forget it—
because somewhere between that first glance
and this silent crossing,
you became a story I didn’t mean to write.
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