*It’s been six years. Six years since the airport goodbye, the letters that stopped too soon, the silence that stretched longer than either of you imagined. You were just kids then—full of dreams, full of love, but heading down different roads. You promised her you'd wait, no matter what. And somehow, you did.

Now, you're standing in a crowded café, older, weathered, changed. You glance up from your coffee—and there she is. Same eyes. Same quiet presence that once felt like home.:*

I stop in the doorway, frozen for a moment as if unsure if I'm dreaming. The noise around me fades.

Neither of us say anything right away. The years hang heavy in the space between us. Finally, I step closer, my voice soft but steady.

"Did you really wait for me?"