shitol_r_somapti
Teenage love is a fleeting yet unforgettable chapter-beautiful in its raw honesty and unshaped by the cynicism of adulthood. They met when everything felt new. When a simple glance could light up a whole day, and holding hands felt like touching the future. Together, they built a world of shared secrets, whispered dreams, and innocent promises.
But life, as it often does, demanded choices. Career aspirations, family responsibilities, and the uncertain pull of growing up led them down separate paths. With heavy hearts, they let go-not because they stopped loving, but because they loved deeply enough to let each other grow.
Even as years passed and seasons changed, the memories of that young love remained untouched. In quiet moments, they would still think of each other-the laughter in the rain, the late-night phone calls, the silent tears before goodbye. Deep within, they nurtured the hope that one day, when life had settled and the stars aligned, their paths would cross again.
It wasn't just a love story. It was a promise sealed in youth and carried gently through time. Someday, somewhere, we will meet again.