Day 10: A Train That Never Left the Station

There’s a merciless irony in time. It feels countless while we’re glad and fleeting while we’re broken. And proper now, time appears like a relentless thief. Tomorrow, just one greater day, she will be able to walk faraway from this existence we constructed together—no, the life I concept we built collectively—and start her life as a person else’s spouse. I am left to invite myself over and over again: How did we grow to be right here?

It started out so certainly, so innocently. A Bangalore night time, a meeting of pals, a informal creation. I met her without understanding she might one day personal my soul. Back then, she was just a fleeting presence, someone I didn’t think two times approximately till fate delivered her closer. A party, a night on Church Street, shared laughter, and the form of warmth that turns strangers into some thing more. From that night, we started a quiet, delicate friendship—simply fleeting messages and rare meetings.

Then got here that November night time. A bus ride home, sleepless and stressed, I observed myself live-streaming. An accidental click. She joined, and for hours, until 4:30 within the morning, we talked. That verbal exchange, that magical, serendipitous night time, unraveled the whole thing. It became the thread that tied us collectively. The next day, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I confessed. And she said yes.

For the first time in my life, I felt alive. Really alive. She wasn’t simply my love; she became my home, my universe, my safe haven. Our days have been filled with stolen moments, shared desires, whispered promises, and laughter so natural it is able to light up the darkest corners of my heart. We weren’t just in love; we were living as although love was the air we breathed.

We built desires collectively, you notice. Not just the desires of a glad life however ones where we promised every other all the time. Trips, late-night talks, exploring the arena one meal at a time—she became the whole thing. My mornings started with her voice, and my nights ended with her desires.

But love, I discovered, isn’t continually sufficient.

Her own family. Their expectancies. Those walls that felt like they have been last in. At first, we fought them together, her and I against the world. But with every passing day, she slipped further and further away. The day she advised me she turned into equipped for a person else felt like a dying I turned into compelled to stay via.

She said it become for her family. She said she wasn’t happy about it. She stated a lot of factors, however all I heard changed into the sound of her coronary heart turning far from me. And there I was, left to drown within the memories of the whole lot we had been and the whole thing we could have been.

How do you unlove someone who became your world? How do you neglect the manner they looked at you, like you were the best individual who mattered? How do you pass on from a existence you’ve built on your coronary heart?

I desire I will be like Kafka, who once wrote to Milena, wishing for the world to end so he could love her with out restraint. But my educate—the one we commenced collectively—stays caught at the station. She left, and I’m still here, watching for some thing I realize will by no means come.

The hardest element isn’t losing her to a person else. It’s knowing she selected to leave, knowing she grew to become me into an afterthought in the tale we wrote together. Tomorrow, as she smiles in her bridal gown, surrounded through people celebrating her new beginning, I will take a seat here, drowning inside the silence of what we had been.

I don’t ask for wish. Hope is risky. Hope is merciless. I don’t need all and sundry to take a look at this tale and suppose, Maybe things will change. Because they won’t.

Some love stories don’t have glad endings. Some trains never leave the station. And a few hearts, like mine, are destined to interrupt again and again once more in the memory of a love that became never supposed to last.