When I was just five years old, our paths crossed, and I felt an unspoken connection. I knew in my heart that we were destined to be together. You, being quiet and shy, captivated my young imagination. I slowly won your friendship, turning it into something special. As we grew, at thirteen, my feelings blossomed into love. Your mischievous grin and the trust you placed solely in me became the foundation of my teenage infatuation. At seventeen, we took a leap, and I claimed you as mine, vowing to wait for you, no matter the distance or time. You were a gentle soul, showering me with affection and making me feel like the center of your universe. But then, at eighteen, you made a life-changing decision, leaving for a foreign land in pursuit of your dreams. I held on, but communication dwindled, leaving a void. Fast forward to twenty-five, you returned, but the man I'd fallen in love with was gone. The childhood bond we shared on playgrounds and through our growth had changed. When fate seemed to bring us back together, it was not the reunion I had hoped for. Deep down, I believed from the moment I was born, I was meant to be with someone else. That person, though, was not the one who stood by my side after those seven years apart. Despite the heartache, I found solace in the love we once had, even if it wasn't the one that was meant to last.
