A few years ago, he just disappeared, like poof, gone. No goodbyes, nothing. Just left me hanging. I found myself standing at a crossroads, lost and confused, as I wondered what went wrong. Where did he go? What had caused this abrupt end to what I thought was the beginning of something special?
Fast forward to today. A chilly Saturday afternoon, the sky a tapestry of grey clouds, while I was neck-deep in a sea of daily chores and tasks, he suddenly infiltrated my thoughts. It was one of those random moments where a thought strikes you out of nowhere, completely unrelated to the task at hand. And so, I did what anyone would do—I gave in to the curiosity that had lain dormant and searched for him online. I admit, this wasn’t typical behavior for me. But there it was, that small desire to know.
And then, there he was. His face smiling back at me from a photo, with her by his side. His hand wrapped around her waist, their eyes telling a tale of shared joy. A story I once dreamt would be ours. For a fleeting moment, time stood still. My emotions were a whirlpool of contradictions. I wasn’t engulfed in sadness, nor was I bubbling with happiness. Instead, I felt suspended in an emotional limbo, caught between the shadows of the past and the stark light of the present.
We hadn’t shared many moments, just exchanges of messages that felt like the beginning of something more. I thought we were in the stage of getting to know each other, that he was interested in peeling back the layers of who I am. But I guess life had other plans.
As I stared at the screen, a series of what-ifs and could-have-beens played in my mind. What if we had had more time? Could something beautiful have blossomed between us?
I reminisced about the days when I would daydream about a movie-like chance meeting, our paths crossing in a coffee shop or on a busy street corner. What would we say to each other? Would fate play a role in reuniting us?
I remember our conversations, the ease with which we exchanged messages, the laughter that filled the air, even if it was just through texts. And then, without any warning, the messages stopped. No goodbye, no explanation, just an echoing silence, like a blank page waiting to be filled with words that never came.
As I reflect on it now, I realize that sometimes life has a funny way of bringing people into our lives, only to take them away just as quickly. And sometimes, you don’t really need closure to move on. The end is not always a period; sometimes it's a blank page, the deafening quiet of radio silence, or a message left seen but unanswered.
I closed the browser tab and took a deep breath. I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe he wasn’t ready to commit to me or to anyone back then. Or maybe, just maybe, I was too good for him.
No matter the reason, I'm hopeful that the future holds something even better for me. And as for him, I wish him nothing but the best. After all, we all deserve to find happiness, no matter where it may be hiding.
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