"Sometimes, the bridge between hearts
is built with quiet glances
and questions that don't demand answers."
Dear Diary,
I never noticed her before.
Not really.
She sits three rows ahead of me in English class —
the girl with the sunflower backpack
and the shoes that look like walking rainbows.
Today, we were asked to pair up for a character analysis.
My palms started sweating before Mr. Daniels finished his sentence.
Everyone else partnered up like magnets.
Laughter, whispers, elbows bumping.
And I just sat there,
waiting to be the last unchosen thought.
Until she turned around.
Bright shoes and all.
"You wanna work together?"
Just like that.
I nodded.
Tried not to look too surprised.
Tried even harder not to look scared.
We sat outside, on the edge of the veranda,
paper between us like a neutral zone.
She talked easily —
about the book, the main character's stubbornness,
how she saw herself in strong girls with loud mouths.
And then she asked,
"What about you? Who do you see yourself in?"
I froze.
My mind was full of invisible girls,
girls who dream more than they speak,
girls who turn feelings into metaphors.
I almost said, "No one."
But instead,
I said,
"Maybe… the girl who's still figuring it out."
She didn't laugh.
She just smiled,
that kind of sideways smile that says
"Me too."
We didn't finish the assignment.
But maybe we started something better.
Diary, I don't think friendship always begins with big moments.
Sometimes, it's just
a girl with bright shoes
turning around.
Till tomorrow,
Wunor 🌼👟📝