My Unspoken Goodbye to Someone I Admired

 A Saree, A Sketch, and a Silent Goodbye: 

Once upon a time, there was someone I looked forward to seeing every day. Not for a conversation or a grand gesture—just a glance, a smile. That was enough. His smile, those perfect teeth, and the way he said my name—it made me feel noticed, even if only for a second. I went to the office every day, secretly hoping for just one of those moments.

What started as a passing interest quietly grew into something deeper. I never said it aloud, but I began to crave those fleeting interactions. He never knew, but I carried this little secret in my heart like a soft flame—quiet, warm, and always burning in the background.

We weren’t close. But we shared random, ordinary moments that meant the world to me. Playing truth or dare, badminton games filled with laughter, those short conversations, and me secretly sketching his face just to capture the way he smiled. I wasn’t an artist, but I was someone trying to freeze a feeling.

And then there was that saree. The one I wore just for him—hoping, maybe, just maybe, he’d look my way a little longer that day.

He was lazy at work but passionate about travel. He became a playful child around kids. He was never the loudest person in the room, but he had a presence that I couldn’t ignore. I liked him not for what he did, but simply for who he was.

Time and fate didn’t allow us to become anything more. Whether it was a curse or a blessing, I’ll never know. He moved away from my world, and I quietly stayed with my thoughts, wondering what could’ve been. I hoped for a goodbye—a handshake, a smile, something simple. But that moment never came.

I never believed in love. Even now, I don’t know if what I felt was love. But I do know it was real.

A Page from My Secret Diary_

 "I wanted to express my feelings. I can tell there’s no pure love in this society right now, because even I don’t know how I got attracted to you—but still, I want to say this: I really liked you, Sir.

My first impression was the first day I saw you—you walked in with the scent of cigarettes, and when you called my name, it felt unexpectedly nice. There was something about your expression. You looked cute in a way that made me smile. You didn’t seem attached at first, but then when you truly listened—your eye contact, your calm smile—it gave me the courage to speak a little more.

Your smile, those perfect teeth—it stayed with me. I found myself searching for you with my eyes in random moments. I wanted to travel with you, to have just a few memories to write down. You weren’t just a crush. Maybe I liked you a bit more.

I liked your bike and car too—maybe more than I liked you some days. But that’s how I am. I don’t believe in love because I’ve never understood true affection. Still, I wanted to travel with you… until time either brought us closer or naturally faded us apart.

I never wished for forever. I only wished for one travel date. One memory. One moment to carry. Nothing more. But you truly do have a great smile."

Tonight, after holding it in for two long years, I finally let it out. Maybe it’s the wine, or maybe it’s just time. Time to close this chapter with grace.

If by some miracle you ever read this, please don’t be mad. Just smile the way you used to, and say “thank you” for being liked—even if it was all silent.

Goodbye to the one I once admired in silence.

Thank you for the memories, even if they only existed in my heart.