This morning, I woke up at 6 am for the first time and decided to do some light exercise in the park. While there, I saw a girl wearing a mask. Our eyes met for the first time, and my heart raced like never before in my life. I wasn't ready to say hi or hello directly, so we just glanced at each other, marveling at her beauty, wondering how to initiate a conversation.
After that day, I started going to the park daily, hoping to see her again, but she never appeared. It's been four years since that encounter, yet I still search for her in my dreams and think about her often. Whenever I recall our first meeting, a smile spreads across my face. Despite being busy with work now, I can't shake the feeling that our paths might cross again someday.
I believe in fate, that one day our moment will come again. Until then, I hold onto the memory of her, the mysterious girl in the mask who captured my heart in an instant. Perhaps the universe will reunite us when the time is right, and until then, I'll cherish the hope that our story isn't over yet.
