It’s my first day of college, and I’m already running late. Taking the staircase seemed like a simple task in theory, but reality has me out of breath before I even reach the top. Gasping for air, I finally make it to the classroom, where I’m greeted by countless pairs of curious eyes. Their gazes weigh heavily on me, and I quickly avert my eyes, scanning the room for an empty seat.

As luck would have it, it’s our inauguration day—no lectures. Relief washes over me, but by the end of the day, exhaustion sets in. All I want is the comfort of my bed. Navigating the sprawling campus, however, proves to be another challenge. In my fatigued state, I lose my way while searching for my bus.

Anxiety creeps in, whispering worst-case scenarios:
“What if I never find my way home?”
“What if I’m lost forever?”

Caught in this whirlwind of panic, I force myself to break free of the bubble of fear. I gather every ounce of courage and ask someone for directions. Their guidance sends me sprinting across the campus, and finally, I spot my bus waiting like a beacon of salvation.

Climbing aboard, I collapse into a seat, gasping for breath, embarrassment coursing through me like wildfire. “Embarrassed” doesn’t even begin to cover it. But even as I sit there, red-faced and weary, a single thought persists—him.

The puzzle of his existence remains, lingering in the corners of my mind. My heart aches with the desire to understand, to unravel the mystery of this stranger who occupies my every waking thought.

He is the sun. How foolish of me to think I could ever reach him.