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Love in Borrowed Time - 1

MaYa

MaYa

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Love in Borrowed Time
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How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
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We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
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The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
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I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
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Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
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But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
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Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
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To be continued...
 
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MaYa said:
Love in Borrowed Time
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How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
To be continued...
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Great representation. But the reason for the hatred and breakup is not clear.
 
MaYa said:
Love in Borrowed Time
View attachment 312573​

How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
To be continued...
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A touching story of love that couldn’t last. It beautifully captures the happiness of being together, the pain of letting go, and the bittersweet memories that remain.
 
MaYa said:
Love in Borrowed Time
View attachment 312573​

How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
To be continued...
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I can feel the pain in the story
 
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