Because first love was never perfect-just unforgettable. She was chaos in sneakers-clumsy, loud, and heartbreakingly honest. He was silence in uniform-disciplined, distant, and quietly watching it all. She made drama feel like poetry. He made stillness feel like home. In a world of morning assemblies, surprise tests, and lunchbox secrets-Trisha and Mahin found a love that wasn't planned... just felt. She turned to him, heart skipping. “And… do you see me?” His voice was quiet, calm, yet every word carried a weight that made her chest tighten. “I do. Every piece. The way you fight, the way you smile, the way your laughter makes chaos feel like home… I’ve noticed all of it. I’ve always noticed you. And I… I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine in ways even words can’t touch.” Trisha’s eyes glistened. Her hands trembled slightly, caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to cry. “Even… if I’m a mess?” He smiled softly, the kind of smile that spoke without any need for grand gestures. “Especially then. You, all of you, are what I’ve been waiting for. Every piece. Every flaw. Every heartbeat. That’s where I belong.” This isn't just a story. It's your old classroom. Your first crush. Your teenage heart-rewound. Come, relive the madness of growing up. Because some memories deserve one more ride. 💫