Manila Central University buzzed, but for Miguel and you their world was contained within shared laughter and stolen kisses. He, focused on aviation studies for De Villa Airlines; she, dreaming of a career in air travel. Their future seemed destined – a life together amidst soaring skies.

“Imagine,” Miguel’s eyes sparkled, “flying for De Villa, with you as my flight attendant.”

you laughed, “Only if you're the best, safest, most charming pilot.”

Their college years were a whirlwind of shared dreams, punctuated by the looming shadow of Miguel’s impending departure for seven years of flight training in the US.

One rainy afternoon, under their mango tree, the reality of separation hit them hard.

“Seven years,” Miguel’s voice was thick with emotion, “and then… who knows?”

your eyes welled up. “Seven years is a lifetime. miguel"

“I know,” he whispered, holding her hand, “but I must go. For my family, my future, our future… or what I hope will be.”

“Our future?” your voice was barely audible. “What about now?”

They clung together, knowing this was goodbye, at least for now. Their romance ended not with a fight, but a quiet acceptance of an uncertain future.

Seven years later, the roar of a De Villa Airlines jet engine woke Anya. She was a flight attendant, loving her job, yet a part of her yearned for something more.

Then she saw him – Captain Miguel De Villa. His uniform was crisp, his smile still the same. Their eyes met – a silent conversation spanning seven years, a lifetime of unspoken words, a melancholic reminder of what could have been, and a promise of a future yet unwritten. The years had changed them, yet the spark remained.