"A Letter Before Goodbye"

"A Letter Before Goodbye"

On a rainy evening, in a quiet corner of the city, Rida stood silently. In her hand was an old letter, and in her eyes, the drizzle of memories that refused to fade. Just like the raindrops falling softly on the streets, countless unspoken words fell through her heart—words that were never said aloud.

Rida and Sayan—their love wasn’t quite like a fairy tale. It was real, raw, and incomplete. They first met at the university library. Sayan, the quiet, bookish guy. Rida, the curious, outspoken girl with fire in her eyes. At first, they were opposites, but in time, those differences made them whole.

Rida used to ask, “Why are you always so quiet?”

Sayan would smile and reply, “With the way you talk, I don’t need to.”

They explored the city hand in hand. They walked under the blazing sun, laughed under the stormy skies, and shared umbrellas on rainy afternoons. Rida painted for Sayan, and Sayan turned her into the heroine of every story he wrote.

But happiness doesn’t always last. After graduation, Sayan got a scholarship abroad. He hesitated—he didn’t want to leave Rida behind. But Rida insisted, “Chase your dreams. I’m here. I’ll wait.”

But distance, time, and life can change many things. Video calls became fewer, letters started arriving late. And then one day, a message arrived from Sayan:

"Rida, I can’t do this anymore. Whatever we had... maybe it’s lost with time."

All Rida replied was a single line:

“Will you come back, one day?”

Years passed.

Rida now taught at an art school. She still had that same glow in her eyes, but there was an empty space inside her—a space only Sayan once filled.

Today, she stumbled upon that old letter again. Standing in the rain, she began to read it once more.

“Dear Rida,

Nothing feels complete without holding your hand. Nothing looks more beautiful than your smile. If I ever disappear, just know that somewhere, I’ll always live within you.”

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke from behind her, “I want to read that letter too, Rida.”

She turned around.

There stood Sayan.

Time seemed to stop.

No words were needed. Their eyes said everything—the regret, the longing, the love that never really left.

“You... came back?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Sayan nodded slowly. “I conquered the world without you... and realized I’d lost everything.”

Rida said nothing. She simply stepped forward and took his hand.

In that rain-soaked evening, they stood together again. The city, wet and glowing, seemed to recognize them once more.

Love sometimes loses its way. It gets buried under silence and time. But if it’s true—it always finds its way back.

love is sacred