A Love That Endures
In the dim light of his room, amidst the quiet hum of life moving forward, he sat with his phone in hand, his thumb hovering over a profile he knew far too well. It had been months since their last conversation, but her presence still lingered in his mind, like a song that refused to fade. The voice messages she had sent, buried deep in his inbox, were his lifeline—a way to hear her laughter, her warmth, the love that once made his world brighter.
Every night, he would play those messages, closing his eyes as her voice wrapped around him like a forgotten embrace. His imagination would take over, painting vivid scenes of what could have been, of the life they had once dreamed of together. He knew the truth—they were no longer a part of each other's lives, and the distance between them now felt insurmountable. But his heart? It held on stubbornly, refusing to let go of the love they had shared.
"I hope my distance gives you happiness," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the stillness of the night. A bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. "But no matter how far we are, you’ll always be mine in my imagination."
He wasn’t asking for her to come back, nor was he hoping for her to think of him. It was a quiet kind of love—unconditional, unwavering, needing nothing in return. He missed her deeply, every moment apart a painful reminder of what he had lost. And yet, in that ache, there was beauty. It was proof of how deeply he had loved her, how real it had all been.
So, he carried on, holding onto the memories, cherishing the past, and hoping that she found all the happiness in the world. For her, he would always have a space in his heart, a love not forgotten but transformed. It was a story of devotion—one that thrived in the space between reality and dreams, in the silence of a boy still in love.
Nicely penned 
