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Love & Love Only / New Beginnings ✨
« Last post by MysteRy on Today at 10:19:57 AM »
The night felt warm and soft, just like the promises he once made.
Meghla still remembered that little restaurant—the candlelight flickering between them, the city glowing behind the glass windows, and Arian holding her hands as if he would never let go. He had looked into her eyes and whispered, “I’ll never leave you.”
She believed him.
But love doesn’t always break with noise. Sometimes, it fades quietly.
The calls became shorter. The messages came slower. The warmth in his voice slowly turned distant. And one evening, with a calmness that hurt more than anger, Arian said, “Maybe we need some space.”
Space.
It was such a small word for something that created such a huge emptiness.
Meghla felt her world collapse. She cried herself to sleep, replayed old memories, reread sweet messages, and blamed herself. Was I not enough? Did I love him too much?
Days passed in silence until someone gently knocked on her door—her best friend, Ishita.
Ishita didn’t come with dramatic speeches. She simply sat beside Meghla, held her hand, and stayed. She listened to the tears, the doubts, the heartbreak.
One evening, Ishita softly said,
“You didn’t lose someone who loved you. He lost someone who truly loved him.”
Those words didn’t fix everything overnight. But they planted something—hope.
Slowly, Ishita started taking Meghla out for walks, to bookstores, to cafés. She reminded her of her dreams, her strength, her laughter. Bit by bit, Meghla began to rediscover herself—not as someone’s girlfriend, but as her own person.
She focused on her studies, her ambitions, her passions. The girl who once felt shattered began to glow again.
Months later, Meghla found herself sitting in that same restaurant. The same candlelight. The same city view. But this time, she wasn’t broken. She was stronger. And Ishita was sitting across from her, smiling proudly.
“I’m not the same girl who cried here,” Meghla said softly.
“No,” Ishita smiled. “You’re better.”
As they laughed, a stranger from a nearby table politely approached.
“Excuse me,” he said gently, “your smile is beautiful. It deserves to stay.”
Meghla looked up, surprised—but not desperate, not afraid.
This time, she wasn’t looking for someone to complete her. She was already whole.
She realized something important that night:
Love that leaves is not the end of your story. Sometimes, it clears the path for something healthier, something truer.
And for the first time in a long while, Meghla felt ready—not to chase love, but to welcome it when it arrives.
Because broken hands can still hold new dreams.
And every ending carries the quiet promise of a new beginning. ✨
