You’re sitting on the couch next to your mom, your legs tucked under a blanket, just like you used to when you were younger.

Her hand rests calmly on your knee, as if she’s noticed that, once again, you’ve drifted somewhere else inside your head.

The TV is on, but you’re not really listening. Your phone feels heavy in your hand.

You scroll. And scroll.

Fan accounts. Old pictures. Screenshots of moments that felt normal back then. Then an edit of the two of you, a song layered over it.

And underneath?

user04 : Right person…wrong time.

You swallow, because it feels like someone just reduced your entire story to a single sentence.

And yet...it hurts because it’s true.

You were the one who cheered the loudest for him when he held his trophies.

Not because cameras were there. But because your heart felt like it might burst with pride.

Because you knew how much doubt lived behind his smile.

You celebrated him as if his success was also a place you belonged to.

And then things changed.

Not all at once. But slowly.

You moved to Monaco for him. Packed your life into boxes. Left behind the people who were your foundation.

Family. Friends. Your mom.

He thought you had simply come along, as if it were easy.

As if you hadn’t lost anything.

But he had the wrong idea about you. About your strength...but also about your longing.

You told him. Quietly at first. Then with tears in your eyes.

That you loved him, but still felt homesick. That some nights you lay awake missing voices that had nothing to do with headlines.

That being close to him sometimes felt like growing distant from everything else. That you feel alone when he's not at home.

He just nodded. But he didn’t really understand.

Maybe he couldn’t. Or maybe he just didn’t want to.

And now it’s over.

You’ve moved back in to your mom. Familiar walls. The smell of home in the air.

You know you should stop scrolling.

But you don’t.

Another picture of the two of you appears. A small part of a lyric written over the two of you. And underneath, another comment that cuts even deeper.

user01 : The way they looked at each other. I know that Lando loved her so much…

You did too.

You knew how he loved.

Wildly. Honestly. But sometimes blind to what wasn’t directly in front of him.

You knew you could lose each other precisely because you understood each other so well.

Most of the time...

And now you know that you didn’t love each other the wrong way.

Just at a time that pulled you apart.

You tried. You loved so hard you almost lost yourself. And you left before that could happen.

Your mom slowly turns toward you. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes are soft. You put your phone away and rub your face with a quiet sigh.

You still love him.

Not in a way that destroys you. But in a way that becomes part of you.

You knew it back then.

And you know it now.

“Stop being so hard on yourself, my dear." Your mom says gently beside you. “Who knows...maybe fate will bring you back together someday. And if not…then it simply isn't meant to be.”