Love beyond Goodbye 🫂

When I first saw her, my heart stopped. She was standing across the room, surrounded by a group of friends, laughing and smiling like she didn't have a care in the world. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

As the night wore on, I found myself inching closer and closer to her. I wanted to talk to her, to hear her voice, to feel the electricity of her presence. But every time I got close, my nerve failed me, and I retreated back into the safety of the crowd.

As the night began to wind down, I realized that I was running out of time. I had to talk to her, even if it meant making a fool of myself. So I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and marched over to where she was standing.

"Hi," I said, my heart racing in my chest. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to say that I think you're amazing. I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I couldn't resist."

She smiled at me, a warm and genuine smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Thank you," she said. "That's really sweet of you."

We talked for hours that night, about everything and nothing. It was as if we had known each other for years, and there was an ease and comfort in her presence that I had never felt before.

As the days and weeks went by, I found myself thinking about her all the time. I couldn't get her out of my head. I replayed our conversations over and over again in my mind, reliving every moment of that magical night.

I tried to focus on other things, to distract myself with work and hobbies, but nothing could shake the feeling that she was the missing piece in my life. I knew that I had to see her again, to feel that connection once more.

So I reached out to her, tentatively at first, not wanting to come on too strong. But to my surprise and delight, she responded eagerly, and we began to make plans to see each other again.

Our second date was even better than the first. We talked for hours, sharing our hopes and dreams, and exploring the world around us. We laughed and joked, and I felt a warmth and comfort in her presence that I had never experienced before.

As the weeks turned into months, I knew that I was falling in love with her. I couldn't imagine my life without her, and I knew that she felt the same way. We talked about our future together, dreaming of the adventures that lay ahead.

But as much as I loved her, I also knew that I had to be patient. I didn't want to scare her off by moving too fast or coming on too strong. So I took things slowly, cherishing every moment that we spent together, and hoping that one day she would feel the same way about me.

And then, one day, it happened. We were sitting on a park bench, watching the sunset, when she turned to me and said, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

My heart leapt with joy, and I knew that I had found my soulmate. From that moment on, I was hers, and she was mine. We were two halves of a whole, bound together by a love that would last a lifetime.

But as time passed, our love began to change. We grew comfortable with each other, perhaps too comfortable. We began to take each other for granted, assuming that our love was strong enough to withstand anything.

And then, one day, it happened. We had a fight, a stupid argument about something and it all vanished 😔