They met on online platform, not by chance, but not by plan either.
What started as a comment, a laugh, a shared thought at midnight, slowly turned into a rhythm like two souls tapping to the same tune in different worlds. She was sunshine wrapped in sarcasm; he was calm, hiding storms behind quiet words.
Together, they made ordinary days feel lighter.. memes, stories, late replies that somehow still felt like home.
But then, life happened.
Work, time, and that silent kind of distance that creeps in when you both mean to talk… but don’t.
Messages stayed half-typed, stories went unseen, and the laughter that once came easy began to echo softly into memory.
He told himself it was just a phase.
She’d come back.. she always did.
But one day, her name didn’t appear in his notifications anymore.
Maybe she blocked him, maybe she just drifted but either way, it felt like losing a piece of peace.
He missed her, not in a loud way, but in quiet scrolls through old chats, in songs that sounded like her laughter, in moments when he caught himself typing her name and erasing it before sending.
Maybe she moved on, maybe he should too, but a part of him still believes, that if souls could meet again, somewhere beyond the scrolls and silence, she’d smile and say, “
Hey, it’s been a while.”
And that would be enough.
What started as a comment, a laugh, a shared thought at midnight, slowly turned into a rhythm like two souls tapping to the same tune in different worlds. She was sunshine wrapped in sarcasm; he was calm, hiding storms behind quiet words.
Together, they made ordinary days feel lighter.. memes, stories, late replies that somehow still felt like home.
But then, life happened.
Work, time, and that silent kind of distance that creeps in when you both mean to talk… but don’t.
Messages stayed half-typed, stories went unseen, and the laughter that once came easy began to echo softly into memory.
He told himself it was just a phase.
She’d come back.. she always did.
But one day, her name didn’t appear in his notifications anymore.
Maybe she blocked him, maybe she just drifted but either way, it felt like losing a piece of peace.
He missed her, not in a loud way, but in quiet scrolls through old chats, in songs that sounded like her laughter, in moments when he caught himself typing her name and erasing it before sending.
Maybe she moved on, maybe he should too, but a part of him still believes, that if souls could meet again, somewhere beyond the scrolls and silence, she’d smile and say, “
Hey, it’s been a while.”
And that would be enough.
