In the days of longing for camaraderie, a desire to traverse the realm of adulthood, to wear the badge of coolness, and perhaps, to claim a romantic chapter. Fate, or maybe destiny, led me to you—or did you find your way to me? The tale unfolds, a history yet to be truly lived. I've woven in and out of your life, like a recurring character in a play. Cold shoulders, disappearances—almost like a magician, yet I kept hoping you'd wait for me, and for the most part, I believe you did.

It's a peculiar journey; each time I think my love has reached its zenith, tomorrow arrives, and my heart dances anew. Your calls, the contours of your face, the melody of your laughter, even a simple photograph—all etched memories we've shared. It overwhelms, truth be told, yet I press on with an eager anticipation of the day our paths cross again. A moment, like that quiet park embrace, where the world, with its billions, fades into silence, leaving just the two of us in the cocoon of love.