She met him in an online game—

Two years younger, yet somehow, it felt right.

They bonded over jokes, shared late-night talks,

For four months, their world was just them,

A love built across miles, built on the screen.

He’d send her sweet messages,

She’d smile at every ping,

Each word feels like a promise in the quiet hours.

But then life came crashing in—

Family responsibilities, endless assignments.

She didn’t mean to pull away,

But one day, the texts stopped,

And the distance between them grew.

She told herself it was for the best,

She had to focus, and had to grow.

But the ache in her chest grew too—

Regret, guilt, sadness.

For six long months, she couldn’t stop thinking about him,

Wondering if he was still there, waiting.

She couldn’t shake the thought of his smile,

His voice used to call her name like a secret only they shared.

Finally, one evening, she found the courage to reach out,

Her fingers trembled as she typed the message,

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ve missed you.”

Her heart raced, waiting for his response.

Would he be angry? Would he ignore her completely?

But when the message came, it wasn’t what she expected.

It was cold, sharp, and full of hurt.

“I waited for you. Six months… why’d you leave me alone?”

His words were like a punch to the gut.

She hadn’t expected this.

But underneath the anger, there was something else—

A warmth, a lingering care.

He still loved her. That was clear.

And it shattered her, yet somehow it healed her too.

She apologized, wishing she could take back the time she had lost.

They started talking again, but it was different now—

The magic that once existed between them had dulled,

Replaced by the awkwardness of the time apart.

For two months, they tried to rebuild what they’d had,

But nothing felt the same.

She tried harder than she wanted to admit,

Still, the spark that once made everything feel so easy

Was now hard to find.

Then, his birthday came.

She had planned a surprise for him,

Something special to show him how much she cared,

But life, once again, got in the way.

She forgot.

When he texted her later that day, her heart sank.

She waited for the anger, the disappointment to show,

But his message was far worse.

“I love you,” he said.

And then, he added,

“I love her too—she’s close to me.

She makes me feel like the man I want to be.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

The love she had for him was still there—

But now, it was buried under a sea of pain.

Anger, jealousy, confusion—it all hit her at once.

But underneath it, the same love remained,

Still strong, Still fierce.

It hurt. It hurt like nothing else,

But she didn’t want to be the reason he felt trapped.

She didn’t want to hold him back.

And so, with a heavy heart, she let go.

She told herself it was for the best,

That it was time to set him free,

But even after she walked away,

She couldn’t stop watching from afar.

For two years, she kept track of his life—

Quietly, secretly, still caring, still aching.

The love they once shared hadn’t disappeared.

But sometimes love means walking away,

Even when you don’t want to.

Some stories fade, but the feelings stay,

Carved into memories, impossible to forget.

And so, she let him go—

But he never truly left her heart.