My Little Secret (Ongoing)

Some stories don't begin with love.
Some begin with silence-heavy, unfinished, and echoing with things that were never said.
Once, they were something soft-something that should have been simple.

Two strangers who somehow knew each other in ways the world never could. Laughter came easy, conversations endless, and somewhere between shared secrets and stolen glances, things quietly turned into something deeper... something dangerous.

Theirs was never an easy story.
Not from the beginning.

What they had wasn't simple-it was tangled, complicated, and fragile in ways they never fully understood... until it was too late.

Until that announcement.

A single moment. A few words.
Enough to shatter what they had built.

No explanations. No closure.
Just distance, misunderstandings, and a heartbreak that neither of them truly survived.

Now, years later, they stand on opposite ends of a world that has only widened the gap between them.

She sees him as untouchable-wrapped in power, wealth, and a life so polished it leaves no room for the past. A man who chose ambition over everything... over her.

He sees her as unreachable-guarded by walls he doesn't know how to break anymore. A woman who walked away without looking back... or so he believes.

What they share now isn't love.

It's resentment sharpened by memories.
It's silence filled with questions.
It's hatred... or at least, that's what they've convinced themselves.

Because sometimes, the deepest love doesn't disappear.

It just learns how to hide-
behind pride, behind pain...
and behind a story that was never truly finished.