Isabell

At first, just another face in the crowd, mid, I said, nothing to be proud. But weeks went by, and something grew, a voice, a smile, a gaze so true. On pickleball courts, the world felt small, her laugh the reason I played at all. Brown eyes steady, calm and deep, a secret I knew I’d always keep. Different classes, worlds apart, yet she carved a place inside my heart. I may never reach, may never hold, but her memory shines, quiet and bold. Not beauty alone, not looks defined, but the way she lingers in my mind. A fleeting crush, perhaps to fade, yet in my story, she’ll always stay.