She smiled at the thought of him,
a name she never forgot,
a voice that still echoed in the
quiet corners of her mind.
They were never just friends,
but fear kept their love folded
like a letter never sent.
Years passed.
Success bloomed.
But some voids don’t fade with time.
Both waited—
different cities, same sky, longing stitched into silence.
One day,
they returned to the place of their last goodbye.
No words,
just a look—
and suddenly, everything was whole again.
In that moment,
their hearts whispered what their mouths never could:
“You were always mine.”
Some love stories are written in silence,
paused by fear, resumed by fate.
They were never just friends.
Only time stood between them—
not love.