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Do you know what it feels like to love someone you never truly knew?
To build a whole world out of fragments-out of half-kept promises and fleeting glances?
I met him in a place where strangers pretend to be brave, where words were typed faster than feelings could be hidden. And yet, somehow, his silence spoke louder than anything he ever said. His eyes-God, those eyes-they held a sadness I wanted to heal. A sadness I thought my love could reach.
I pictured us beneath the London Eye, laughing like the world hadn't hurt us, our hands brushing as though fate had tied them together. I told him my dreams, of saving lives, of becoming a doctor, of taking him to places he had never been so he could finally see the beauty of the world. I opened myself wide.
But he never let me in.
Not really.
I never knew his name. Not his job. Not his favorite color. All I knew were the walls he built, and the way it broke my heart every time I tried to climb them.
This is our story.
Or maybe, this is only my story-of loving a ghost with sad eyes, of waiting for someone who would never arrive.
If you listen closely, you might hear the sound of my heart breaking between these pages.
But I hope, maybe, you also hear the love-the kind that burns even in the dark, even when it's left with nothing but silence.
Because sometimes... love doesn't end. It just lives on, quietly, inside the one who remembers.
A TRUE STORY.