Eventually, his holiday in Bali came to an end. He was flying to Komodo Island, while I returned to work.
I didn't expect much afterward—holiday connections often disappear as easily as they begin. I didn't
chase, didn't ask for promises. I let things be.
Then something unexpected happened.
He kept texting.
He sent updates from his trip, photos, small details about his day. He made space for me, even when
distance made it unnecessary. And then, the moment that truly touched me—he changed his entire
holiday plan just to come back to Bali and see me again.
He lost money. He received no refunds. None of it mattered to him.
At first, I thought he was joking. It felt unreal, almost too good to believe. But he meant it. He chose me.
On September 10, just a few days after we first met, we saw each other again.
When I arrived at the hotel and saw him waiting for me, happiness rushed through me in a way I had
never experienced before. It was unexpected, overwhelming, and deeply real. Being with him felt
natural—effortless, as if our connection had been waiting for the right moment to exist.
Something inside me changed. I was no longer the person who believed I would never feel this way
again.