I didn’t know it was the last time.
We stood there, just a moment too brief for the weight my heart carried. His hand touched mine in a casual goodbye — firm, warm, unknowing. We smiled like we’d see each other again. We said nothing too dramatic. Just “take care” and “see you.”
But life had other plans.
He was a doctor — calm, brilliant, busy. I was just a girl holding onto a love story that hadn’t finished writing itself. After that winter day in December, the distance between us wasn’t just in miles — it was in silence, in unread messages, in a love that slowly faded from his side but remained burning on mine.
Ours was a story written in chats and calls, in glances and small promises. A story that began like a spark — and disappeared like breath on a mirror.
This is not a story of revenge.
This is not a story of hate.
This is a story of remembering someone who forgot me.
A story of love that said goodbye without saying it.
This… is the story of him.
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