To see him,
I started volunteering for college events—
big ones, like the Convocation ceremony.

And maybe… maybe I told myself it was for the experience.
But deep down, I knew.
It was for him.

Still, I took my work seriously.
I gave it my best.
While my friends, who already knew about him by now,
were off chatting with him and the other volunteers—
I stayed busy. Focused. Distant.

It didn’t bother me that I couldn’t talk to him.
Or that he barely noticed I was there.

Because just one glimpse—
just seeing him from afar—
was enough to make my day feel lighter.
To make me smile.

Even if he never knew.

What is this?