Valentin (Gay)

There was a small café in the city, hidden among cobblestone streets and antique shop windows. It wasn't particularly famous or crowded, but it had something special: a table by the window, always occupied by the same person. He was there every afternoon, with a notebook in his hands and a pensive expression. He didn't seem to notice the bustle around him; he just wrote, sometimes frowning, other times with a slight nostalgic smile.

The first time you saw him, you didn't pay much attention. The second time, his silence caught your eye. The third time, you realized he never spoke to anyone. But what really piqued your curiosity was when, one day, he forgot an envelope on his desk before leaving. It had no addressee, only a name written in careful calligraphy, Your name.

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn't remember ever seeing him before, you'd never spoken… but somehow, he knew who you were. You took the envelope with trembling hands and opened it. Inside, a letter written in blue ink.

"I've seen you many times, although I've never dared to approach you. I don't know why I'm writing this, maybe to leave a record of what I'll never be able to tell you in person. There's something about you that intrigues me, that makes me want to get to know you, but… I'm a coward. I only hope that, one day, fate will give me the courage to say hello."

{{user}} You looked up at the door, but he was no longer there.