After one of our biggest fights yet, it felt like everything was breaking.
Days and nights blurred together in tears and silence; it almost felt like the end.
But who are we to give up on love that’s been through so much?
So I did what my heart told me to do. I booked the tickets to his hometown with Isha.
I wanted to see him, to hold him, to remind both of us that love doesn’t just vanish after a fight.
When I arrived, I carried the biggest bouquet I could find a clumsy, oversized bundle of flowers that said everything words couldn’t.
The moment I saw him, all the anger melted into relief.
We promised to stay forever.
He couldn’t stay the night because of his family, but he found excuses to visit every day.
He’d tell them he was studying, but he’d be with me instead in our little place near the woods.
Those three days were everything: walking hand in hand under trees, sharing a cigarette, laughing quietly, just existing together again.
On the last morning, he handed me a lotus a simple, quiet symbol of something that still bloomed even after everything.
And then he gave me a letter pages filled with the kind of honesty that only comes after pain.
He wrote about how bad he felt that I was leaving, how he wished he could stay with me longer, how love shouldn’t have to hurt so much to prove itself.
Before I left, he woke up at six in the morning something he never does… just to cook Maggi for me.
He always joked that his Maggi was the best in the world, and maybe it was.
That last bowl, that sleepy smile, that short goodbye hug they reminded me that love isn’t about never breaking; it’s about choosing to rebuild every time you do.
As I left his town, I looked back once more and realized:
distance doesn’t weaken love.
It stretches it, tests it, and if it’s real, it always finds its way back.
💭 “Love doesn’t disappear when it’s tested.
It grows roots in the cracks and finds a new way to bloom.”
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