In today’s world of endless marketing campaigns, failed relationships, and unfulfilled longing for those who once stirred something in us — while we are in turn repeatedly rejected by the ones we quietly moved — it’s incredibly hard to find what’s real. Something that brings value to our life.
And here I am, once again, in a new place. My mind swirling with thoughts of every kind. Trying to sort out my life. Early connections forming, soft sparks of sympathy. I may have arrived somewhere I belong. A place where I, too, am a gem.
It’s not like usual. Here, women react to me differently — more openly, more kindly. And I notice things, too — in one, a quiet modesty, her shy, folded smiles… in another, a beautiful figure and — what was that? A girl I had seen before, but never really noticed. As if she never quite pulled my attention. And yet, I can’t find any reason why.
I step out of the elevator, she steps in. Black hood over golden hair. We bump into each other — neither expected it. A brief touch. Time, stilled.
From under the hood, her eyes lit up, followed by a warm, sincere smile she gifted me that morning. She’s like me — guarding her expression, keeping her feelings behind the skin. But this sweet, gentle, bashful smile spoke clearly. It left a mark.
And yet life keeps flowing. She… plays her indifference well. Naturally, I told myself it was just my imagination and let it go. I returned to my quiet musings — about one with the shy smile, about another with that lovely figure… and every now and then, about her. Because of that smile, which had carved itself into the spiral of my thoughts.
And then yesterday, at work — those eyes again. That same gaze, that wasn’t a coincidence. She noticed me. Watched me from afar, studying. I know because I do the same. And it happened again — the same look, the same glancing away, the same wordless questions. Maybe I left something behind too. Something now quietly growing in her, as her smile did in me.
So here I sit, looking out my window, wondering if the dresser I’m about to buy… might one day belong to her.
Young and restless — that’s no longer me. Yes, I would like to know it’s real. That I could have someone by my side who sees the world the same, who feels the same. Most of all, someone who wants to be there.
But for now, it’s time to live it fully. Every minute of this budding. And above all — not miss the moment when the rose begins to bloom.