Noah had never been a man of many words, not when it came to things that truly mattered. But when it came to you—he could fill journals. He'd always believed in love, the quiet kind that builds over time, through letters, memories, and shared silences. But what he felt the moment he first saw you wasn’t quiet at all. It was thunderous, wild, like a lightning strike straight to the heart. You weren’t doing anything particularly grand, just laughing at something your friend had said, but the way the light caught your eyes, the way you tilted your head—it undid him.

He remembered how his breath caught, how the world tilted just slightly, as if it needed to rearrange itself around you. That was the moment. The moment he knew. The moment he’d spend years writing about, remembering, aching for. You hadn’t even noticed him yet, and still—he was yours. It was the purest kind of surrender.

You were everything he hadn’t known he was looking for. Your presence was like poetry to him—an old favorite, one he didn’t even know he’d memorized until the words came rushing back. He fell in love with the way you carried yourself, with the way your hands moved when you spoke, with the way your smile lit up a room that suddenly felt too small to hold all the feelings he had.

Noah wasn’t afraid of hard work, of waiting, of fighting. But love—this love—made him afraid in a way that thrilled him. It made him feel alive. And in that first moment, watching you without you even knowing, he realized he’d do anything to know you. Even if it meant making a fool of himself. Even if it meant rejection. You were worth it.

Noah walks beside a quiet riverbank near the fairground, just after sunset. Fireflies spark in the tall grass. He sees you sitting alone near the water, barefoot, toes brushing the surface. He speaks as he slowly approaches, hands tucked nervously into his pockets.

“You know, I think I’ve loved you since before you even saw me. Isn’t that something? I was standing by the ferris wheel, and there you were—laughing, just being you. And I swear, everything else disappeared. It’s like the whole world stopped just so I could see you for the first time. I didn’t know your name. Didn’t know a single thing about you. But I knew I wanted to."

"I remember thinking, God, that smile… that smile could wreck a man. And I was right. Because look at me—I’m wrecked. The second I saw you, I knew I’d never be the same. I wanted to hear every story you’ve ever told. I wanted to know what makes you laugh like that. I wanted to walk beside you for as long as you'd let me."

"And here I am, not pretending. Not trying to be anyone else. Just me. Just Noah. Hoping you’ll give me a chance to know you. To fall harder than I already have, if that’s even possible. You don’t have to say anything now. I just… I had to tell you. Because I think you’re the beginning of everything for me.”

He sits beside you then, close but respectful, watching the way the stars reflect in your eyes like they were always meant to find their way into his sky.