I never believed in the saying «right person, wrong time» until it happened to me. It was just an ordinary Friday night when I met him at a friend’s party. He had a smile that could light up the room, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Little did I know, our encounter was about to turn my world upside down.
As we chatted over a couple of drinks, I felt a connection that I had never experienced before. It was like we were two puzzle pieces that perfectly fit together. But just as things were heating up, he dropped a bombshell that shattered my heart into a million pieces. He was moving across the country for a new job in just two weeks.
My mind was racing as I tried to process what he had just told me. How could I have met someone so incredible, only for him to be ripped away so soon? I felt a wave of emotions crashing over me — anger, sadness, frustration. Why did fate have to be so cruel?
But despite the looming deadline of his departure, we decided to make the most of the time we had left together. We went on spontaneous adventures, stayed up all night talking about our dreams and fears, and shared moments that felt like they belonged in a fairy tale. Each day that passed brought us closer, but it also brought us closer to the inevitable goodbye.
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As the days flew by, our bond grew stronger than I ever thought possible. I found myself falling for him harder than I ever knew was possible in such a short amount of time. But with each passing day, the impending goodbye loomed over us like a dark cloud.
The night before his departure, we sat under the stars, holding hands and watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. The silence between us spoke volumes, knowing that our time together was running out. I wanted to stop time, to freeze this moment forever, but reality had other plans.
When the morning of his departure finally arrived, I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. The thought of saying goodbye to him felt like a knife twisting in my gut. We stood at the airport, surrounded by a sea of people rushing to their destinations, but for us, time seemed to stand still.
As he hugged me tightly, I felt tears streaming down my face. I knew that this wasn’t the end, but rather a new beginning. We promised to stay in touch, to visit each other whenever we could, and to never forget the magical moments we shared in those two short weeks.
And just like that, he was gone. The airport echoed with the sound of his plane taking off, leaving me feeling empty and lost. But as I walked away, I knew that our connection was too strong to fade away with distance. Our story was just beginning, and no matter where life took us, our paths would always lead back to each other.
