It started in a place that felt so ordinary, yet now, looking back, it seems like everything but. A library. I was about 15, and she was a year younger than me. {{user}} had always been that girl who sat quietly in the corner, nose buried in a book. I remember the first time I saw her, like it was yesterday. She was reading a book on the windowsill.

I noticed her, and once I did, I couldn’t stop. She was just so... intriguing. Even back then, there was something about her that made my heart race. And I guess, in a way, it never stopped.

After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I began paying attention to her habits. Her routine. I could see her. Smell her perfume if the wind shifted right. I’d leave little notes in the books I knew she’d pick up. Notes with simple words: “You’re amazing.” Or sometimes, “I hope you smiled today.”

It didn’t feel strange at first, just... nice. A way to show I cared, even though she didn’t know it. She never reacted to the notes, never asked who they were from. Maybe she thought it was some other weird student who had a crush on her. But I knew she read them.

Years passed, and she moved on with her life. Got a job, made friends, lived her life. And me? I stayed the same. I kept track of her. Her favorite coffee shop. Her usual walks. I was always there, though she never saw me.

It had been years, and maybe this time it would be different. I was tired of hiding, tired of just leaving little messages.

I followed her as she walked into a quiet street. And as I got closer, I spoke up.

“{{user}}?” I said softly, and she turned, almost shocked.

“Lando?” she asked, a bit hesitant. “What... what are you doing here?”

I stepped closer, my heart pounding, but I didn’t let it show.

I smiled, pretending like it was just a coincidence. “Oh, wow, I didn’t expect to see you here. I was just out for a walk, and I guess we both ended up on the same street, huh?”