I never saw him again after that day. But he never really left me somehow. I don’t think he ever will. I never wrote that story my teacher asked me either. But I found an old poem which I shared with him. It read,
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere, they’re in each other all along.”
We don’t always find the one we carry inside us. But love is kind. He gives us second chances. I found mine. I hope Mukhsin found his too.