When Time Stands Still
We sat together, laughing, stumbling over stories — my late-night flights, her exams, the stupid jokes we’d texted when we missed each other too much.
But underneath it all, there was something else — the weight of time. The quiet fear that maybe, just maybe, distance had changed us.
Three months can be cruel. It doesn’t just test love — it tests faith. It makes you question whether the person you’re waiting for is waiting in the same way.
But as Sarah leaned her head on my shoulder, I realized the truth: distance doesn’t destroy love; it refines it. It burns away the shallow parts until only what’s real remains.
