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An Unrequited Love
It was a bright, sunny day—the start of my college life. I stepped through the college gates with dreams in my eyes and determination in my heart. I was ready to study hard, get good grades, and secure a job through campus placement. Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself—I'm Zhou Ye, a Computer Science student. Finally, I felt like a free bird released from the cage of high school.
But there was a tiny hole in my excitement: it was a girls' college. No handsome boys to admire. Still, I hoped to make good friends, just like I did in school.
As with every college, ours began with an orientation. The speeches were long and sticky, like jelly. The students looked drained, but the moment it ended, the applause was wild—as if the energy had returned to us all at once. Seniors guided us to our classrooms. I chose the third column on the left—our secret strategy spot, since teachers usually focus on the middle row.
I pulled out my phone, texting my school friends who had also started college. I felt like I was sitting between ghosts, not students. Just then, two girls sat beside me and started talking. I was shocked but smiled and said hello. They replied back, and though it started awkwardly, soon we were chatting easily—sharing our names, hometowns, and school memories.
A girl behind us caught our attention—silent, absorbed in her phone. We were curious. I asked if she'd spoken to them, and they nodded. "Yeah, she just said hello."
We had no professors that day, so we chatted freely. The quiet girl suddenly got up, walked to our bench, and asked if she could join us. We nodded. She removed her headphones and began to talk. Her name was Xin. That's how our group began—Xin, Ling, Meng, and me. It felt like fate had stitched us together with the same hobbies and mindset. We were all drama lovers, especially K-dramas. It was like discovering your soul sisters.
At lunch, we unpacked our food and sat as a group. A new girl walked into class. She had joined late due to an 11-hour travel time and was staying in the hostel. I remembered her from orientation—she was a topper, and I assumed she must be a serious bookworm.
She sat beside me and introduced herself, then left to complete her hostel formalities. The day flew by, and finally, I waved goodbye to my friends and headed to the bus stop. It was 5:20 p.m. when my bus arrived.
Standing near the window, I was scrolling through my phone when a girl fainted due to low blood pressure. People helped her, and elders offered biscuits. Time ticked to 6:00 p.m., and I noticed a man standing beside me move to another seat. Another man stood next to me. I was too tired to care—until I looked at him.
My heart skipped a beat.
Sunlight kissed his face, and though he was lost in his phone, I was lost in him. My heart was pounding. I couldn't stop staring. It wasn't that he was exceptionally handsome, but he had something—an unexplainable pull. Like lightning had struck me quietly.
Eventually, I got a seat, but I kept stealing glances. He stood across from me, unaware of the storm he had stirred. At 7:00 p.m., I suddenly realized he was gone. My heart sank. That night, I couldn't sleep. His face haunted me.
The next day, I took the same bus, hoping to see him. But he didn't come.
Days passed. My college life continued—classes, K-dramas with Xin, Ling, and Meng, professors who spoke more about their past jobs than the syllabus. Especially one former HR-turned-professor who could talk the entire hour and teach in the last five minutes.
Every evening, I'd take the bus, and slowly, I pieced together his pattern. He got on at the next stop after mine. I adjusted my routine, calculating bus timings just to catch a glimpse of him.
Sometimes he came, sometimes he didn't. But every time he did, my heart leapt.
Once, the bus was so crowded that I had to stand. He was beside me. As people pushed, I was accidentally pressed against his chest. His first three shirt buttons were open, and I couldn't even turn my head without seeing his chest. I was embarrassed beyond words, but he was calm, unfazed.
Then came a time when he stood behind me, and I felt his presence so close I froze. Another day, I had to sit beside him. I memorized every detail—his long fingers, the black ring on his hand, his visible veins, the way he leaned forward with tired eyes from screen time.
He left such a deep imprint on me without ever saying a word.
My friends knew nothing at first. One day during lunch, I asked them if they'd ever experienced love at first sight. Ling smiled and shared her own story, and we squealed in glee. I finally shared my secret too. They teased me, fangirled with me, and supported my silent obsession.
I even met another girl at the bus stop, Xun Yue. She later became my bus partner, my partner-in-crime. We'd laugh about gym uncles, joke about random passengers, and she eventually learned about my crush. Her savage humor made my stressful days lighter.
Despite all this, I never learned his name, never heard his voice.
He came and went like seasons—sometimes appearing like spring, other times disappearing like winter. One time, during my exams, I saw him standing close to me on the bus. My heart was pounding, but I played it cool. Even when I bumped into him or leaned into him in crowded buses, I never dared to speak.
It was all one-sided. Pure. Silent. Beautiful.
I made excuses to ride specific buses, calculated timings, and stood under the same streetlights hoping to see him. Even when my logical brain reminded me—what if he's married? What if he's not who I imagine him to be?—my heart ignored it all.
He became a routine I never got tired of.
And then, he stopped showing up.
Even when I finally saw him again after months, he was distant. A glance, a look—and then nothing. My heart hoped, but he never came back.
I never got his name. I never knew where he worked or lived. But somehow, he brought peace to my chaos. Even without a word, he made my heart calm. That... was more than enough.Whenever I stood near him i would feel comfortable.
He vanished like smoke in the wind, but he left behind a scent I can't forget.
Sometimes I would think that all love can get a good ending and a understandable partner. But when I came to know about my friends love and him , I understood that lovers can't always end together.
"That was the last time I saw him. After that… he vanished, like smoke fading into the wind. I never got a name, never heard his voice—but somehow, he left behind an echo in my heart. My memories of him rise and fall like ocean waves—untouched, unbroken, eternal."
THE END
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