Some love stories are not meant to be completed.
They exist not to end in togetherness, but to live forever in memories, pauses, and unspoken words.
This was one of those stories.
### **1. The First Meeting**
They met the way most unforgettable things happen—unexpectedly.
It was a rainy afternoon when Aarav noticed her for the first time. The sky was heavy, clouds pressing down like unshed tears, and the college campus smelled of wet soil and old books. Students rushed past, umbrellas colliding, laughter echoing through the corridors.
She was standing near the notice board, struggling with her umbrella, her dupatta slipping from her shoulders. Aarav wasn't looking for love that day. He was just trying to survive another ordinary life. But then she looked up.
Her eyes met his for barely a second.
That second changed everything.
Her name was **Meera**.
She had calm eyes—eyes that looked like they had seen too much but still chose kindness. Aarav didn't know why, but something about her felt familiar, like a song he had heard long ago and forgotten.
He helped her with the umbrella. They exchanged awkward smiles. No dramatic dialogues. No instant promises.
Just rain.
And silence.
Sometimes, that's how love begins.
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### **2. Slow Becoming**
They didn't fall in love immediately.
They became friends first.
Library corners. Shared notes. Tea breaks that lasted longer than planned. Conversations that started with studies and ended with childhood stories, fears, dreams, and laughter.
Aarav was quiet, thoughtful, the kind of person who listened more than he spoke. Meera talked with her eyes as much as with words. She laughed easily but carried sadness deep inside her.
They discovered each other slowly.
Aarav learned that Meera loved poetry, especially verses about longing. Meera learned that Aarav wrote stories but never showed them to anyone.
They became each other's safe place.
And without realizing it, love quietly entered the room and sat between them.
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### **3. When Love Was Still Innocent**
Love, in the beginning, is innocent.
It lived in the way Aarav waited for Meera outside her class, pretending he was just passing by.
It lived in the way Meera saved a seat for him every time.
It lived in late-night messages that ended with *"Good night, take care."*
Neither of them said the words.
But love doesn't always need words.
It showed itself when Aarav walked Meera home even when it was inconvenient.
When Meera noticed when Aarav was quiet and asked, *"Are you okay?"*
When their hands brushed accidentally—and neither pulled away.
They were happy.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just… deeply.
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### **4. Confession Under the Stars**
The confession didn't happen the way Aarav had imagined.
It wasn't planned.
There were no rehearsed lines.
One night, they were sitting on the hostel terrace, the city lights glowing below them, stars scattered above like broken promises.
Meera was unusually silent.
"Aarav," she said softly, "do you ever feel like some people come into our lives only to teach us how to love, not to stay?"
He looked at her, confused. "Why would you say that?"
She didn't answer.
Something broke inside him at that moment.
"I love you," he said suddenly, fear trembling in his voice. "I don't know when it happened. I don't know how. But I do."
Meera closed her eyes.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
"I love you too," she whispered.
And yet, her voice didn't sound happy.
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### **5. The Beginning of the End**
Love doesn't always end because love fades.
Sometimes, it ends because life interferes.
Meera had responsibilities Aarav knew nothing about. A family dependent on her. Expectations heavy enough to crush dreams. A future already decided by people who believed love was a luxury.
Her marriage had been discussed.
Not immediately.
But soon.
Aarav felt helpless.
"Let's fight," he said. "We'll figure it out."
Meera smiled sadly. "Not every war can be won by courage alone."
They tried to hold onto happiness, knowing it was slipping away.
Every moment became precious.
Every laugh had pain hidden inside it.
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### **6. Loving While Letting Go**
Their love became quieter.
More intense.
More fragile.
They stopped dreaming about forever and started living in the present. They stopped talking about the future and focused on *now*.
Aarav wanted to hate fate.
Meera wanted to protect Aarav from heartbreak.
Sometimes, love means choosing pain over hope.
They started arguing. Small misunderstandings became heavy. Silence replaced laughter.
Not because they loved less.
But because loving had started hurting too much.
### **7. The Last Meeting**
Their last meeting wasn't dramatic either.
It happened at a café they used to love.
Meera looked different. Stronger. Broken.
"I'm getting engaged," she said.
Aarav felt the world collapse.
He wanted to scream. Cry. Beg.
Instead, he smiled.
"I'm happy for you."
They sat there, two people deeply in love, pretending they were fine.
Before leaving, Meera said, "Promise me something."
"What?"
"Don't forget me."
Aarav looked at her and thought, *How could I ever?*
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### **8. Life After Love**
Time passed.
Life moved on.
Meera got married.
Aarav became successful.
But success doesn't fill empty spaces.
Aarav still wrote stories—only now, every story had an incomplete ending. Meera learned to smile in family photos while hiding a part of her heart that would never belong to anyone else.
They didn't talk.
But they remembered.
Every rain reminded Aarav of their first meeting.
Every poem reminded Meera of his quiet love.
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### **9. Years Later**
Years later, Aarav found an old notebook.
Inside it was a line he had written long ago:
*"Some love stories don't end.
They just stop being lived."*
He closed the notebook and smiled sadly.
Somewhere, Meera was probably looking at the same sky.
Different lives.
Same memories.
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### **10. An Unfinished Ending**
They never met again.
No closure.
No final goodbye.
But maybe that was the point.
Because some love stories are not meant to end properly.
They are meant to remain incomplete—
living forever in the hearts of the people who once dared to love.
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