patelrushii
Some love stories don't collapse because the feelings end.
Sometimes they break because of one small truth that wasn't told...
or one lie that grew bigger than the heart that carried it.
They didn't plan to fall for each other.
It just happened softly, slowly, beautifully.
Two people who weren't expecting anything found everything in each other.
Every laugh, every late-night call, every moment felt like a quiet promise they never said out loud.
But beneath all the warmth,
beneath the butterflies and the gentle smiles,
there was a lie a small one at first.
One he thought didn't matter.
One he convinced himself she'd never need to know.
He didn't lie to hurt her.
He lied because he was scared of losing the one person
he never expected to care about this deeply.
But lies, even tiny ones, don't stay small.
They grow.
They twist.
They create distance where there used to be closeness.
And slowly, without either of them noticing,
that lie became the space between their fingers
where their hands once fit perfectly.
This is the story of how they fell in love without expectations
and drifted apart without wanting to
all because truth came too late
and the heart learned that sometimes love survives...
but trust doesn't.
After all this time,
even after the distance,
some part of them still whispers:
Always.