:Five Nights That Changed Everything:
The soft, cool breeze drifting from the sea…
The whispers of the waves…
As if two hearts were sharing the pain of separation with each other.
Ramish said softly,
"Richer… do you remember our first meeting, and all those moments we lived together?"
Richer replied in a low voice,
"I remember everything, Ramish…
You came into my life suddenly, and you changed everything.
I was that person who never had time—not even for myself.
Lost in my own world, my own distractions…
I didn't know what love was, what kind of storm it could be.
But then you arrived…
I was drunk, and you held me.
During shooting, I fell from a height—
and you caught me before I could hit the ground.
You took care of me when I was sick.
And those last five nights I spent with you…
they turned my entire life upside down.
A man who was always happy in solitude… began to feel lonely.
An actor known for perfection… started making mistakes.
A man who lived free of love…
began to miss you.
All of this happened because of you, Ramish."
Ramish didn't speak.
The sea breeze ran its fingers through his hair.
Richer continued,
"Ramish… whenever I felt sad at home,
whenever loneliness started suffocating me,
your memories would disturb me.
I would sit on the roof of my house and talk to the moon.
I would ask it about you…
Where are you?
I want to meet you…
I want to untangle the knots inside me.
But the moon never answered.
Then I would tell myself,
'How will he appear just by looking at the moon…? How?'
I searched for you everywhere…
through social media…
hoping to find some trace,
so maybe I could escape this restlessness…
but I found nothing."
Richer let out a soft, hurt sigh.
"Ramish… why didn't you give me your address before leaving?
Not even your phone number?"
Ramish smiled gently,
"You haven't given me your number either…
and then you complain that I don't contact you,
that If I call You, then we had not to face the problem.
Richer laughed helplessly.
"Fine… fine. You catch the tiniest things. Give me your phone."
Ramish took out his phone and handed it to him.
Richer typed his number, wrote his name,
and handed the phone back with a smile.
"Here… now you have my number.
You can talk to me anytime you want."
Ramish looked at the number…
and edited the saved name to 'Richer My Love'.
Richer frowned a little,
"Hey! Why are you writing that?
If someone reads it, what will they think?"
Ramish replied softly, deeply,
"I don't care about the world…
I only care about you.
If you're upset, it affects me.
If you're silent, it affects me.
What you think… affects me.
But what people think—
means nothing to me."
Richer almost melted into his words,
smiled gently and said,
"Alright… now call me so I can save your number."
Ramish called him.
Richer saved it.
Then Ramish asked quietly,
"So… did you really try to find me?
I believed you would trying to find me…
but I didn't know you were so troubled,
so confused, so sad.
I thought maybe… you didn't care about me at all.
Richer… your words have surprised me.
Does this mean…
you had fallen in love with me?"
Richer stayed silent.
Ramish turned his face toward him,
his voice softer but insistent:
"Tell me, Richer…
Did you love me or not?
This question was incomplete back then…
and it's still incomplete today.
And it still… makes me restless."
Richer exhaled deeply.
A shadow of fear and hesitation crossed his face.
"Ramish… I'm not afraid of confessing love.
I just… need some time.
I still haven't understood my heart
or this relationship completely.
I haven't yet figured out
whether I truly love you or not.
So you'll have to wait."
Ramish smiled, eyes glimmering,
"If you're with me…
I can wait as long as it takes.
Waiting is painful… unbearable even…
but when there is love—
waiting becomes part of it."
Then he added, with a soft confidence,
"And don't worry…
these two weeks are enough.
I will make your heart fall in love with me."
Richer looked at him with a deep, quiet smile.
"Let's see."
Ramish laughed lightly and said,
"Fine… now tell me—
what did you do while missing me?
How did you spend your time?"
Richer chuckled,
"Oh, it passed somehow.
Now that you're here,
why remember the past?"
Ramish insisted,
"No… tell me.
Every feeling. Every moment."
Richer finally gave in,
"Alright… I'll tell you.
Whenever I missed you…
I would look at the moon and ask about you.
Even though, for a moment,
it felt childish.
But after you left,
every time I looked at the moon,
your face appeared in front of me.
The moon seemed to whisper,
'Go meet him…'
and I would say,
'How? Tell me how to reach him… give me some way…'
But the moon stayed silent—
almost sharing my sadness.
Then I would say,
'Tell him to contact me…
Wherever he is…
I will bring him back to me.'
But still—no answer.
So I would stare at the sky for a long time…
hoping maybe you would appear,
flying toward me from somewhere.
But when you didn't come…
I would grow tired
and quietly return inside."
"When I could no longer see any hope of meeting you again,
and the noise inside me refused to let me rest even for a moment,
I would put on my headphones and listen to music for a long time…
as if the storm inside me might calm down for a little while.
It helped for a few moments,
but then the same restlessness, the same unease, would return.
Ramish, I couldn't understand what was happening inside me.
What was it?
Love for you?
A loneliness I had never known?
Or the spell of your unspoken pleas that had trapped me?
After you left, Ramish, I believed
that maybe I would never miss you.
I thought I was strong,
that a few nights, a few meetings, couldn't possibly change my life.
But I was wrong.
Those five nights turned my whole life upside down.
All I wanted was to do something good for you during those nights—
so you could live your life happily,
so you could free yourself from the weight of loving me.
But in trying to do good for you,
I ended up tangling myself.
Richer continued speaking:
"Being separated from you started hurting me,
and whenever I thought of you…
your eyes filled with tears,
your words,
your quiet smile—
everything began to play out in front of my eyes.
The more I tried to escape those feelings,
the more I got trapped in them."
Ramish asked softly,
"So… did you only want to clear your confusion,
or was there something more?"
Richer stayed silent for a few moments,
then finally said:
"The truth is, Ramish…
you stirred something so deep inside me
that no matter how hard I tried,
I couldn't separate myself from your memory."
Ramesh said a poem:
When you make a home in everyone's heart…
Then why do you make us wander...
Leaving not even a trace in my eyes…
May you travel like a dream? …