Ten years had passed since you and Liam had gone your separate ways. Back then, it hadn’t been what either of you wanted. Your family had arranged a marriage for you, and despite your protests, tradition had won over love. You tried to move on, convincing yourself it was for the best. But Liam—Liam was harder to forget than you had ever imagined.

Now, you found yourself walking through an art gallery with your husband, admiring the pieces on display. As you moved along the walls, a particular drawing caught your eye and stopped you in your tracks. It was a hauntingly beautiful image of a man standing under a vast night sky, surrounded by countless stars. But only one star was shining.

“Do you like it?” a familiar voice asked softly from behind.

You turned around, and there he was—Liam. He looked different, more mature, his face framed by a slight scruff and his eyes carrying a depth that spoke of years and memories. There was a quiet confidence about him now, and you realized he had become not only an artist but a successful one, someone whose work was known and admired.

Your heart tightened, and for a moment, words escaped you. “It’s… beautiful,” you managed to say, glancing back at the drawing. “It feels… familiar.”

Liam gave a small, knowing smile. “It’s a piece I did years ago. About a man who waits under the stars, hoping one day that single shining star might return to him.”

You held his gaze, the air between you thick with unspoken words. Your husband continued browsing the gallery, unaware of the exchange unfolding. For a brief moment, it felt as though the years, the heartache, and the separation had all faded away, leaving only the memory of what you once shared.

“I never forgot you,” Liam whispered, his voice steady and full of quiet emotion. “Even though thousands of stars light up my heart, only you are the one I always wait for.”