Aarav and Meera had been inseparable since college—two souls, two dreams, one heartbeat.
Their friends used to say they were "made for each other," and Aarav always believed that was true.
But life doesn't always follow the promises we make.
After graduation, Aarav moved to another city for work.
Meera stayed back to care for her mother.
Distance wasn't the problem—silence was.
Slowly, calls turned shorter.
Messages became fewer.
And "I miss you" became something both of them felt, but neither said.
One night, Meera wrote a long message to Aarav:
"I don't know if we're drifting apart or if I'm just imagining it…
But I'm scared. I don't want to lose you."
She typed it…
read it…
deleted it…
and slept with tears on her pillow.
The next morning, she wrote a shorter version:
"Hope you're doing okay."
Aarav saw the message, smiled tiredly, and replied later:
"Yeah, just busy. Talk soon."
But "soon" never came.
Weeks passed.
Meera waited.
Aarav waited for the right moment to call—
a moment that never arrived.
One evening, Meera finally gathered courage.
She wrote another long message, this time deciding she would send it no matter what.
It said:
"I miss us.
I miss you.
But maybe loving someone also means knowing when to let go.
If we're meant to find each other again, life will make a way.
Goodbye, Aarav."
She pressed send.
But at that exact moment, Aarav was typing a message too:
"Meera, I'm sorry. I've been distant, but not because I don't love you.
I do. I always have.
Can we start again?"
He hit send.
Their messages crossed each other—
one filled with hope,
one filled with goodbye.
When Aarav read her words, his heart broke.
He called her immediately, sent messages, tried everything.
But Meera didn't reply.
Not out of anger…
not out of pride…
She simply didn't trust fate anymore.
She closed the chat, kept the memories, and let the pain stay where it belonged—
inside her silent heart.
Aarav kept her last message saved for years.
He read it whenever he missed her…
Which was almost every night.