author_kahani
You never promised to return.
You never promised to love.
All you said was, We will meet after four years.
It wasn't a vow, not even a hope-just a sentence, yet I built a world around it.
A world where I count down the days, writing to a boy who may never read these words.
For 1364 days, I will hold on to nothing, because even nothing has you.
This is my story-of love, longing, and the foolish ache of waiting for someone who never asked me to.