Ocean Between Us
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sun, Oct 19, 2025
It started with a message in an online game.
A random stranger. A late-night conversation.
And somehow, he became everything I didn't know I was searching for.
We talked every morning, laughed at the same silly jokes, and dreamed of a bridge that could connect our worlds - mine and his, miles apart.
And just when I thought he felt the same, he disappeared.
No goodbyes. No explanations. Just silence where his name still echoes.
They say first love never really fades.
Maybe they're right.
Because even after the silence, even after the pain,
I still find him in every sunrise,
and in every part of me that dares to believe in love again.
Some people don't stay to love you for a lifetime.
they stay to show you what love could be.
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