Vedwrites27
On a quiet, rain-drenched night, two couples, one shaped by time, the other by the fire of youth, cross paths at an empty bus stand. Words are few, yet love lingers in the air, speaking in gestures, glances, and the spaces between them. As the night unfolds, their presence becomes a quiet reflection of love's fleeting passion and its unshakable permanence. But in the end, the question remains-what does it truly mean to love? And which love, if any, stands the test of time?