They’re my person, and I’m theirs. I know it. They know it. Everyone knows it.

We’re the kind of couple people say will end up married someday, destined to grow old together. But the universe—cruel and unyielding—introduced us at the wrong time.

So here I stand, face-to-face with them, feeling small, vulnerable, and heartbreakingly human. I don’t care how I look; nothing matters except the weight of what’s happening.

We’re breaking up.

It’s not because we don’t belong together—we do. I know it in my bones. But right now, in this moment, the stars just won’t align for us. I don’t know when or if our time will come, but I would wait an eternity if it meant there was even the faintest chance of finding our way back to each other.

Because they’re worth it. They’ve always been worth it.

I reach out and cup their cheeks, my hands trembling, my heart breaking.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the ache in my chest. “Don’t ever forget how much I love you.”

A tear slips from my eye, trailing down to the tip of my nose, where it lingers—fragile, like the moment. Like us.