They weren't lovers. They weren't even friends. Just two souls orbiting the same chaos- her, untouchable. Him, unforgettable. She was the storm he worshipped from a distance. He was the calm she kept running from, even when silence was the only thing between them. Ten years passed. She vanished like a shadow. He stayed-aching, watching, remembering. He speaks to the stars about her. Kisses the only picture he has left. Loves her in silence- louder than most people ever love out loud. She looks at him like he's a stranger. But he still remembers every glance, every almost, every moment she saw right through him- yet somehow made him feel seen. She pretends she forgot. He never even tried to. Because some bonds don't need conversations. They don't need closure. They just need gravity. And two hearts too stubborn to drift apart. She never called him hers. But he never looked at anyone else. And if love was ever silent, patient, and all-consuming- he was it. Solely hers.