The first time Meera met Rohan, she didn’t think much of it. It was the first week of college, and the campus was alive with the energy of fresh beginnings. Meera, a quiet yet ambitious girl from a middle-class family, was pursuing journalism. Rohan, confident and easygoing, was studying engineering. They were from different worlds, but fate had its own plans.

Their first real conversation happened on a late monsoon afternoon. Meera was sitting under a tree in the campus garden, hurriedly taking notes for an assignment when Rohan walked up, drenched from the rain.

“You always look this serious?” he asked, shaking off the raindrops from his hair.

Meera glanced up, slightly annoyed at the interruption. “Some of us actually take our studies seriously.”

Rohan smirked. “And some of us know life isn’t just about grades.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was something about his carefree attitude that intrigued her. Over time, their interactions became more frequent. They ran into each other in the library, at the canteen, during college events. Rohan was the kind of guy who made everyone laugh, while Meera was the type who observed before she spoke.

One evening, as they sat on the steps outside the college auditorium, Rohan looked at her thoughtfully.

“You know, Meera, you’re different.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment?”

He chuckled. “Yes. You don’t try to impress anyone. You’re just… real.”

She wasn’t sure why, but those words stayed with her.

A Friendship That Turned Into Something More

Over the next few months, their friendship deepened. They spent hours talking about everything—Meera’s love for writing, Rohan’s dreams of designing something revolutionary, their fears, their ambitions.

For Meera, Rohan became the one person who made her laugh when she was stressed. For Rohan, Meera was the one who truly listened, who saw him beyond the jokes and the charm.

Their bond was undeniable, but neither spoke about what it truly was. Until one evening, just before the semester break.

They were sitting by the lake near campus, watching the sunset.

“You ever wonder why some people just… fit?” Rohan asked, skipping a stone across the water.

Meera hesitated. “Like puzzle pieces?”

“Exactly.”

She exhaled. “Yeah, I think about that sometimes.”

Silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken emotions. Then, Rohan took a deep breath.

“I like you, Meera.”

Her heart pounded. She had felt it too, but hearing him say it made it real.

“I like you too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

And just like that, what had been unspoken was finally acknowledged.

Love That Felt Like Forever

The next two years of college were filled with moments that felt like a dream. Late-night walks, endless conversations, stolen glances during lectures. They built memories in coffee shops, at bookstores, on long bus rides where Meera would fall asleep on Rohan’s shoulder.

They had their share of fights—Meera hated how carefree Rohan could be about deadlines, while he thought she overthought everything. But no matter how bad the argument, they always found their way back to each other.

Everyone around them saw it: theirs was the kind of love that felt effortless, like it was always meant to be.

But life had other plans.

The Choice That Changed Everything

In their final year, Rohan got an incredible opportunity—a job offer from a tech company in Germany. It was everything he had worked for, a chance to build his career on an international platform.

The day he told Meera, she felt her world shift.

“That’s amazing,” she said, forcing a smile.

He studied her face. “You don’t seem happy.”

“I am,” she insisted. “It’s just… Germany is far.”

He sighed. “I know. But it’s just a few years. We’ll make it work.”

She wanted to believe that. But something deep inside her whispered that distance changes things.

The Goodbye That Wasn’t Really Goodbye

The night before his flight, they sat on the rooftop of Meera’s house, their favorite spot. The city lights flickered below them, but Meera felt like she was watching their future fade into uncertainty.

“I wish we had more time,” she said softly.

Rohan reached for her hand. “We’ll have a lifetime, Meera. This isn’t the end.”

She nodded, trying to memorize everything about that moment—his voice, his touch, the way he looked at her like she was his whole world.

But deep down, she feared that sometimes, even true love isn’t enough to fight time and distance.

As he boarded his flight the next day, Meera whispered the words she was too afraid to say out loud.

"Please don’t let distance take you away from me."

The first few months after Rohan left felt like a test of patience and longing. The time difference between Germany and India made their conversations difficult, but they tried. Late-night calls, voice messages, and long emails became their lifeline.

“Good morning, love,” Meera would wake up to his messages.

“Good night, my girl,” he would whisper through voice notes before she slept.

They shared everything—his struggles adjusting to a new country, her challenges in finding a journalism job. Some days were beautiful, filled with laughter and teasing over video calls. Other days, the silence between them felt heavier than the miles.

One night, as they talked over a video call, Rohan sighed.

“I wish I could just hold you right now.”

Meera forced a smile. “I know. But we’re making this work, right?”

“Of course.” But the hesitation in his voice lingered long after the call ended.

Cracks Begin to Show

As months passed, life started pulling them in different directions. Rohan’s workload increased, and his calls became less frequent. Meera, now interning at a news agency, found herself drowning in deadlines.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise,” Rohan said one evening when she was eagerly waiting for him.

Tomorrow turned into three days.

When they finally spoke, Meera couldn’t hide her frustration. “You don’t have five minutes for me anymore?”

“You think I don’t want to talk?” he snapped. “I barely sleep, Meera. This job is everything I worked for.”

She swallowed her anger. She knew he wasn’t lying. But wasn’t love supposed to find time, no matter what?

The fights became more frequent.

“I miss you,” she whispered one night.

“I miss you too,” he replied, but his voice lacked the warmth it once had.

The Turning Point

On their anniversary, Meera planned a surprise. She saved money to visit Germany for a week, picturing the joy on Rohan’s face when she showed up. But before she could book the tickets, a friend sent her a photo.

Rohan, at a party, standing too close to a girl she didn’t recognize.

Her hands trembled as she called him.

“Who is she?” she asked, sending the photo.

Rohan hesitated. “She’s just a colleague, Meera. It was a team dinner.”

But something in his voice felt off.

“Then why didn’t you tell me about it?” she asked.

Silence.

Her heart broke a little.

“We’re not the same anymore, are we?” she whispered.

He exhaled. “I don’t know, Meera. Distance changes things.”

The words she had feared the most.

Tears streamed down her face as she ended the call.

The Unfinished Goodbye

Days passed, but the distance between them wasn’t just physical anymore. Calls were shorter, messages felt forced.

Then, one evening, Rohan called.

“I think we need to take a break,” he said.

Meera felt like the air had been sucked out of her lungs. “A break?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Meera. But we’re growing apart.”

She wanted to fight, to beg him to hold on. But deep down, she knew—love shouldn’t feel like something you have to beg for.

So she simply said, “Okay.”

And just like that, what once felt unbreakable came undone.

But was this truly the end?

The days after their "break" felt like walking through an empty house, where every corner echoed memories of what once was. Meera tried to keep herself busy—work, friends, even picking up old hobbies. But no matter what she did, Rohan lingered in her thoughts.

She kept rereading old messages, replaying voice notes, wondering if there had been a moment she could have changed—something she could have done to hold on to him.

But love was never about holding on too tight. It was about choosing each other, over and over again. And Rohan had stopped choosing her.

The Silence That Hurt More Than Words

At first, she thought he might call. Maybe he just needed time.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.

The messages stopped. The video calls disappeared. Rohan was no longer part of her everyday life, and yet, his absence was everywhere.

One evening, as she scrolled through social media, she saw a photo of him. Smiling. Happy. A girl—perhaps the same one from the party—stood beside him.

Her heart clenched.

That’s when it hit her.

While she was stuck in the past, Rohan had moved on.

Breaking Free

Meera deleted his number that night. Not because she hated him, but because she knew she needed to stop waiting.

She poured herself into work, into finding joy in small things—watching the sunset, reading new books, traveling to places she had always wanted to visit.

It wasn’t easy. Healing never is.

Some nights, she still missed him. Some mornings, she woke up expecting a "good morning" text that never came.

But day by day, the ache in her chest grew lighter.

She wasn’t forgetting him. She was just remembering herself.

A Message from the Past

Almost a year later, on a quiet afternoon, Meera’s phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

"Hey… how have you been?"

She didn’t need to check who it was.

Rohan.

Her fingers hovered over the screen.

There was a time she would have dropped everything for this moment. A time she would have replied in an instant, hoping for a second chance.

But today?

She smiled sadly, put her phone down, and walked away.

Because sometimes, love isn’t about waiting.

Sometimes, it’s about knowing when to let go.

Pls ignore

( "Only You")

Verse 1

Every whisper in the night,

Every glance, it feels so right.

The way you touch, the way you smile,

I’d follow you for miles and miles.

In your eyes, I find my way,

You make the darkness turn to day.

Every moment, every dream,

You’re the center of everything.

Pre-Chorus

You’re the melody, I’m the song,

With you, I know where I belong.

No need for words, we both just know,

This love is all we need to show.

Chorus

Only you can make me feel this way,

Only you can chase the clouds away.

In your arms, I find my home,

No more wondering, I’m not alone.

Only you, and that’s enough,

You’re the one that I’m dreaming of.

Only you, forever true,

I’ll always choose, only you.

Verse 2

Through the storms, through the rain,

You’re the sunshine, you ease the pain.

Every touch, every kiss,

I’m lost in this endless bliss.

When the world is turning gray,

You color it in your own way.

Every laugh, every sigh,

With you, I’ll never wonder why.

Pre-Chorus

You’re the melody, I’m the song,

With you, I know where I belong.

No need for words, we both just know,

This love is all we need to show.

Chorus

Only you can make me feel this way,

Only you can chase the clouds away.

In your arms, I find my home,

No more wondering, I’m not alone.

Only you, and that’s enough,

You’re the one that I’m dreaming of.

Only you, forever true,

I’ll always choose, only you.

Bridge

Every heartbeat, every glance,

It’s all because of this romance.

With you, the world is bright and new,

I’ll spend forever loving you.

Chorus (repeat)

Only you can make me feel this way,

Only you can chase the clouds away.

In your arms, I find my home,

No more wondering, I’m not alone.

Only you, and that’s enough,

You’re the one that I’m dreaming of.

Only you, forever true,

I’ll always choose, only you.

Outro

Only you, forever true,

I’ll always choose, you.