Written in Distance

She loved first. She confessed. He denied.

That should have been the end of their story. But love has a way of lingering—between words left unsaid, in the spaces between messages, in the distance between hearts that were never meant to part.

It started with a message. Casual, effortless—like they hadn’t spent days, weeks, stealing glances at each other, pretending there wasn’t something beneath the surface.

Her: "Hey, how are you?"

Him: "Good. You?"

Her: "Good too."

A pause. A hesitation. She could have left it at that. But she had never been one to hold back her feelings.

Her: "I like you."

It was simple. Honest. The kind of confession that didn’t come with expectations, just the hope that maybe, he felt the same.

His reply came slower this time.

Him: "I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t want distractions right now. We can be friends, though?"

She stared at the screen, reading and rereading the words, her heart sinking just a little. She had prepared herself for this, but it still stung.

Her: "Yeah… friends."

It should have ended there. But love has a way of staying—through late-night texts, stolen glances on glowing screens, and a story that refuses to end.

She walked away with her heart still full of him, determined to turn her love into words instead of waiting for answers.

He let her go, believing time would sort out what his heart couldn’t.

Now, miles stretch between them, but somehow, love still finds its way—through unsent messages, memories that won’t fade, and a story neither of them knows how to close.

She is writing their love story. He is realizing he’s been living it all along.

But love, much like words, is unpredictable. And as she pens the next chapter of her life, he’s left wondering—will he be a part of it?

Or is he just another sentence in a book that was never his to finish?

This is not just a story about love.
This is a story about timing. About distance. About second chances.

And whether love, once written, can ever be erased.