I thought I had learned how to live without her.
Days turned into months, and months slowly shaped me into someone quieter. I still smiled, still laughed—but there was always a small emptiness inside, like a song that stopped before it could finish.
I had stopped looking at the sky.
Because it reminded me too much of her.
But life has a strange way of bringing back what we try hardest to forget.
It was a rainy afternoon when everything changed again. The kind of rain that feels soft but carries memories in every drop. I was standing near the window, lost in my own thoughts, when my phone lit up.
A message.
From her.
For a moment, I just stared at the screen, my heart racing like it used to. I wasn't ready. Or maybe… I had always been waiting.
"Hey… do you still remember me?"
I smiled without realizing.
As if forgetting her was ever possible.
We started talking again—slowly at first, like strangers trying to remember something familiar. But the more we talked, the more everything came back. Her laughter, her way of making simple things feel special… it was all still there.
And so was my love.
One evening, she told me something that made my heart pause.
"I used to wonder… if you ever felt something for me."
The words stayed in the air between us, heavy and fragile.
This time, I didn't stay silent.
"Yes," I said.
"I did. I still do."
There was a long pause.
The kind that makes you hear your own heartbeat.
And then she replied—
"I felt it too… but I was scared."
Scared.
Such a small word, yet it had kept two hearts apart for so long.
That night, we talked for hours. About everything we never said, about the moments we both remembered, about the feelings we had hidden.
It felt like finding a lost piece of my soul.
But love isn't just about feelings—it's about timing.
And timing… was still uncertain.
She was far away, living a different life now. And I had built walls around my heart, afraid of losing her again.
Yet somehow, despite the distance, despite the fear—
We chose to stay.
Not as strangers anymore.
Not as "what ifs."
But as something real… something unfinished, yet full of hope.
For the first time, I looked at the sky again.
And it didn't feel distant anymore.
It felt closer…
Like maybe, just maybe—
This time, I wouldn't just admire it.
I might finally reach it.