MY First Kiss – Season 2
(A Love That Found Its Way Back)
Some endings are not really endings.
They're just pauses… waiting for the right moment to continue.
It had been two years since Arisha left.
Two years since that night on the rooftop.
Two years since my first kiss.
And yet…
Not a single day passed without her crossing my mind.
Life didn't stop for me.
It never does for anyone.
I moved forward—at least, that's what I told everyone.
I got into university.
Made new friends.
Kept myself busy.
But deep inside…
There was always a quiet space that belonged only to her.
Sometimes, I would stand on rooftops.
Just like that night.
Looking at the city lights.
Hoping… for something I couldn't explain.
I never contacted her.
Not because I didn't want to.
But because I was afraid.
Afraid that she had moved on.
Afraid that I was just a memory she had already forgotten.
Until one day…
Everything changed.
It was a random afternoon.
I was sitting in a café, working on my laptop, when my phone buzzed.
An unknown number.
I almost ignored it.
But something told me not to.
"Hello?"
Silence.
Then…
A voice I would recognize even in a thousand lifetimes.
"Hi… it's me."
My heart stopped.
"Arisha?"
For a moment, I couldn't breathe.
After two years…
It was her.
"I'm back," she said softly.
Three words.
And suddenly…
Everything I had buried came rushing back.
"When?" I asked.
"Yesterday."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know if I should."
I closed my eyes.
Trying to process everything.
"Where are you?"
She hesitated.
"Can we meet?"
Same question.
Different time.
But the same feeling.
"Where?" I asked.
"The rooftop."
Of course.
That evening…
I found myself standing in the same place.
Same sky.
Same city lights.
But a completely different version of me.
And then…
She walked in.
For a moment…
I didn't recognize her.
Not because she had changed too much.
But because…
She had become even more beautiful.
More confident.
More… distant.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I replied.
Two years.
And yet…
It felt like no time had passed at all.
"You look different," I said.
"Good different?" she smiled.
"Yeah… good different."
Silence.
But not the uncomfortable kind.
The kind that holds too many unsaid things.
"I thought about you," she said suddenly.
"Every day?"
I raised an eyebrow.
She laughed.
"Not every day."
Then she paused.
"…but on the important ones."
I smiled.
"Same."
We talked.
About everything.
Her life abroad.
My university.
The people we met.
The things we lost.
But there was one thing we didn't talk about.
Us.
Not until she said it.
"Why didn't you ever call me?"
I looked at her.
"Why didn't you?"
She sighed.
"I was scared."
"Me too."
We both laughed.
Because sometimes…
Love is just two people being equally afraid.
"I thought you forgot me," she said quietly.
"I tried," I replied.
"Did it work?"
I shook my head.
"Not even a little."
She looked away.
And I saw it again.
That same softness in her eyes.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Did you move on?"
She didn't answer immediately.
Instead…
She stepped closer.
"I met people," she said.
"But no one felt like home."
My heart skipped a beat.
"I thought maybe… it was just a phase," she continued.
"But then I realized…"
She looked straight into my eyes.
"…you don't forget something that real."
The air felt heavier.
Not in a bad way.
In a way that made everything feel important.
"I still remember that night," she whispered.
"So do I."
"That kiss…"
She didn't finish.
She didn't need to.
Because I remembered everything.
Every second.
Every feeling.
"Mahadi," she said softly.
"Yeah?"
"What if… we try again?"
For a moment…
I didn't answer.
Not because I didn't want to.
But because I wanted to be sure.
"Things won't be easy," I said.
"I know."
"Your family?"
"I'll handle them."
"You're sure?"
She nodded.
"I didn't come back just to leave again."
That was all I needed.
I stepped closer.
This time…
No hesitation.
No fear.
"You know," I said, smiling slightly, "you still owe me something."
She raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"A proper first kiss."
She laughed.
"Wasn't the last one good enough?"
"It was perfect," I said.
"But this time…"
I moved closer.
"…it won't be a goodbye."
She didn't say anything.
She just looked at me.
The same way she did the first time.
And then…
She closed the distance.
Our lips met again.
But this time…
It was different.
Not rushed.
Not uncertain.
Not temporary.
This time…
It felt like staying.
The world didn't disappear.
The city lights were still there.
The wind still blew.
Life still existed.
But for us…
Everything felt complete.
When we pulled away…
She smiled.
Not the sad smile from before.
A real one.
"So… what now?" she asked.
I held her hand.
"Now?"
I smiled.
"Now we don't let go."
And we didn't.
It wasn't easy after that.
There were arguments.
Family problems.
Doubts.
Struggles.
But this time…
We faced everything together.
Months later…
On another rooftop…
Under a sky full of stars—
"Do you regret anything?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Not anymore."
"Even the goodbye?"
She smiled softly.
"Maybe we needed it… to find our way back."
I looked at her.
And for the first time…
I felt something stronger than love.
Certainty.
"I think," I said slowly, "that first kiss wasn't really the beginning."
She tilted her head.
"Then what was it?"
I smiled.
"It was a promise."
"And now?"
She asked.
I squeezed her hand.
"Now… we're finally keeping it."
She leaned on my shoulder.
And for the first time…
Nothing felt incomplete.
Some love stories don't end in one moment.
Some take time.
Distance.
Pain.
Growth.
But if it's real…
If it's meant to be…
It finds its way back.
And ours did.
Because my first kiss…
Wasn't just a memory anymore.
It became my forever.