It was on a rainy day in late August three years ago, school was over and I had stopped by the supermarket to buy a few sweets for my little brother Sangki. He had been sick for a week and I had needed something to cheer him up. I went to the checkout counter after I had decided on the sweets. There was a long queue and I had to wait. I remember just standing there for several minutes, looking at the ground and not paying attention to the people surrounding me. But then someone had bumped into me from behind and I had tripped. I had let go of the sweets and they fell on the ground. I had sighed and turned around, expecting an old woman behind me or an old man since our hometown was full of old people, but then YOU were standing there. Your beauty let me speechless for a second. I still remember staring at you, at your shoulder-length black hair that shone in the dim light and at the incredibly sweet smile on your face. You had apologised and kneeled down to pick up my stuff. I had kneeled down beside you and watched how you picked up the sweets with your long, slim fingers. When there was only one sweet left, I had reached out for it and you did too. Our hands had touched for a second, your cool smooth skin had brushed mine and for a second a smile had ran over my lips. But then you had pulled your hand back and got up. I had got up too, and you gave me all the sweets and you had smiled at me for the last time. I looked deep into your brown eyes, I had felt like I was loosing myself and I remember trying to hold you back from leaving me. But you didn't even notice it and left me without a word.

 Although you had left me without telling me your name, I always knew that I would meet you again, and that was probably the reason why I kept thinking of you and your sweet smile since that day. 

 

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When we met again, it was like a dream came true. I noticed you immediatelly and I remember how I smiled at you across the room. Of course you didn't look the same, you had changed a lot in these three years, but you still looked perfect. The only thing that was still the same about you was your smile. It had caught my attention from the first time I had seen it and it still did. You seemed to didn't notice that I was always staring at you when you were smiling and I am glad you didn't. Just in my dreams I wished you would have noticed it, that you would have told me that you liked me too and that you only smiled for me. But that never happened and I was okay with that. 

At the beginning I felt unsure around you, I got nervous when you looked at me and I felt awkward, but after a year we got really close to each other and all the awkwardness was gone. I sometimes secretly watched you when you were practising all alone. Then I watched every move of your perfect body while you were dancing in your own world. I watched how you slid across the floor and practised complicated dance steps and how you got angry when a dance step didn't turn out the way you wanted it to turn out. And I thought our relationship would always be like this, I would be watching and dreaming about you secretly, loving you without you knowing it. 

But how could I have known that this night would change everything...