It was just a dream, yet it felt so real. The weather was perfect, the sun high in the sky as lunchtime approached. I was new to this place, every face, every sound, every word in an unfamiliar language reminding me of my unfamiliarity. Amidst this sea of newness, I was introduced to him. We exchanged smiles, and in that brief moment, it felt as though I had known him forever, as if our souls had connected long before this physical encounter.

Days passed, and I often caught him staring at me. Each time, I would lower my gaze, my heart skipping a beat. Finally, one evening, we began to talk. Our conversations were deep, unfiltered, and raw. When he held my hand, time seemed to stop; my heart ceased to beat, and I felt as though my soul was leaving my body. But just as I was lost in that moment, my sister called my name, pulling me back to reality. I let go of his hand and ran towards her, but I knew I had left a part of myself behind with him. Now, I am only a body, while my soul still lingers, holding his hand, caught in that perfect moment.

Masroora NA

@Zumairah

Ireland

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