One and a half years of silence changes a person.
One night, after another sleepless evening, he realized something painful:
He was already hurting.
Keeping everything inside had become heavier than the fear of rejection.
So he chose courage.
His hands trembled as he typed the message. His heartbeat was loud in his ears.
"I can't hide this anymore… I love you. I have for a long time."
After sending it, time stopped.
Every second felt longer than the last.
When her reply came, it wasn't cruel—but it wasn't comforting either.
"It's just… two or three months of feelings. Nothing serious."
His heart sank. But he didn't argue. He didn't beg. He didn't force her to feel something she wasn't ready for.
Instead, he replied calmly—honestly.
"No. My love isn't two or three months. I'll prove it to you. My love is real—and I'll show you."
And he meant it.