rainbowrexhd
Not all stories starts with once upon a time,
Some stories begin with almost.
Almost forever.
Almost ours.
They met as neighbors during lockdown-just two teens falling into something unexpected, something real. No grand confessions. Just quiet moments: shared jokes, secret glances, long walks under curfew skies, and whispered aishiterus in borrowed time.
For nearly three years, they held on-through strict parents, hidden meetups, and goodbyes at dusk. His family became hers. Their dreams grew side by side.
But life pulled them apart.
He left for Canada.
They tried-calls, letters, surprise gifts. But some goodbyes don't come all at once. Some unravel slowly, until one day, they simply stop.
Now, his scent still lingers on the jacket he left behind. Her drawer still holds the teddy bear and flower box-tiny graves of a love that almost made it.
This isn't a fairytale.
This is the story of two people who loved deeply, quietly-
and of a love that almost was theirs.