7 YEARS LATER..

I saw him.. standing in that same place again where we last met.

He looked the same, or maybe a little more attractive!

He was wearing the shirt I gave him. I recognized it because we had an argument over it, he said Blue doesn't suit him & he would never wear it. He was wrong. It looked nice on him.

But his eyes... there was something different in his eyes.. he looked at me, he looked at me differently, he was not smiling, he was not shocked to see me either, like he expected me to come.

It was the same place when we last met, the day everything begun and ended..

I've been coming here every year, on this date, expecting that maybe one day he will show up..

I had planned out everything in my mind countless times as to how I would react if it happens!

But, I couldn't move, I couldn't say anything, I had thought about this moment a billion times before in my head, it was easy, we met and laughed, and had a great time.

But this, this was different, why was I feeling different? Why were my eyes wet? My heart, it ached. I couldn't do anything that I thought I would..

FLASHBACKS! Everything started playing in my head like a movie, the day we met, the times we talked, the endless long phone calls, the confession, the way he loved me, the way I loved him, the way he used to just sit and look at me, how we used to talk without looking at the clock and just talking for hours! And the times we would just sit in silence and not say a word yet understood every feeling we had. The first time he held my hand, those butterflies in my tummy,

My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The memories flooded back, overwhelming me with a sense of nostalgia and longing. The streets we used to wander together, the laughter that echoed through the air, and the warmth of his embrace—everything seemed so vivid in that moment, all the firsts and all the lasts..

The day he decided to end it all, the day he said he didn't care, the day I begged for him to stay, the day he knew I was hurting but he left.. he left knowing I was miserable, knowing I won't be able to live without him, knowing I don't know what to do with my life now..

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, he saw them, he saw my eyes, he knew what I was thinking, he didn't move either! He didn't come running to wipe off my tears and hug me like he used to..

We both just stood there, never saying a word, but our eyes spoke! Mine had questions, and his eyes didn't have the answers to those questions. They were sorry.. they cared, but they couldn't do anything about it.

I found solace in the fact that he had appeared, even if only for a fleeting instant. It was as if destiny had orchestrated our encounter, teasing me with a glimpse of what once was. But it was also a stark reminder of the pain that lingered deep within my heart.

I questioned myself, wondering if I had made the right decision to leave without a word. Should I have stayed, confronted him, and demanded answers? The turmoil inside me raged on, torn between the desire to seek closure and the fear of reopening old wounds.

Months turned into years, yet the ache never truly subsided. I often wondered if he felt the same way, if he carried the weight of our shared history as heavily as I did. Perhaps he, too, yearned for resolution, for an opportunity to heal the scars that had etched themselves upon our souls.

Life had moved forward, but my heart remained frozen in time, forever etched with the memory of him. I had tried to fill the void with new experiences and relationships, but they were mere distractions from the void that he left behind. No one could ever replace him—the way he knew me better than I knew myself, the way his laughter could dissolve all my worries, and the way his touch sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn't control it anymore, I wanted to touch him, hug him, and love him, and I wanted to grab him by his collar and ask WHY?? just Why?

But I knew, he won't answer!

That's the problem, I know him too well.

I always wanted to hate him but couldn't.

So, I just left.

My mind was waiting for him to stop me, hoping he would, one last time hug me and explain everything.

But he didn't!

Another reason for me to not stop.

7 years later, my heart was still in pain.

But I left..