How Did We End Up Here?

I know, it feels like I’ve taken a million years to get back to you. But hold up, guys—you can’t stone me for that! I was in love. If you were in my shoes, trust me, you’d get it. But don’t worry, I’m here now, flipping back to the pages we once shared.

It was one of those whirlwind romances—full of light, late-night talks, and endless inside jokes. They built their love on shared dreams, stolen glances, and Ed Sheeran’s lyrics playing softly in the background. Everything seemed perfect, as if the universe had handed them a script destined to last forever. It was love in its purest form, a promise to grow old together, laughing through the wrinkles and savoring the slow passage of time.

But, like many love stories, cracks began to form. Slowly at first, almost invisible. Then came that Sunday afternoon. One simple conversation, with the sun streaming through the window and their hands gently interlocked, would change everything. The words between them picked up speed, and before they knew it, they were off course—heading in a direction no one had planned, a story that wasn’t supposed to go this way.

But wait—I’m getting ahead of myself. Before the storm clouds rolled in, let’s go back to the sweetness that turned all bitter. Here’s the cherry on the cake: the moment they first met...

He used to see her every Sunday, sitting a few rows ahead of him in church. They had never spoken, not once. But each time she smiled—whether it was at someone else or just to herself—he felt something stir inside him. It wasn’t the kind of smile that begged for attention, yet it had caught him off guard the first time. Over the months, that smile had become something of a constant for him, even though he never dared to acknowledge it, not with a wave or even a casual nod.

He admired her from a distance, never contemplating the idea of actually talking to her. After all, they existed in separate worlds within the same space. She seemed so out of reach, and he? Well, he had convinced himself that it was better that way—admiration without complication.

But fate has a funny way of bringing things together when you least expect it. It was after the service one day when their paths finally crossed. He hadn’t planned it; neither had she. Yet, there they were, standing inches apart in the hallway outside, a soft rush of people around them. And this time, instead of looking away as he usually did, he found himself holding her gaze just a second longer... 

I hope you stick here long enough to find out what actually happened to such a perfect love story!