He loved listening to her talks, she was too talkative to stop. She loved the way he smiled, he was too silence to utter a word. The meetings of their eyes was the only contact they both shared, he sat in the corner of a class and used to look for her in every possible crowd. He was too shy to tell her how he felt, she was too curious to know what he felt. There began her love for him, his silence, his smile, his moustache, his struggles. He loved her eyes, her talks, her anger, her hairs, her care. Everyone else in the class knew they both loved each other except for both of them.