Something Still Feels Incomplete

Aarav was the kind of person who didn’t speak much. There was a quiet weight in his silence, as if words were never truly necessary for him to be understood. He stayed wrapped in his own world—until Meera entered his life.
Meera was different. When she smiled, everything around felt lighter. She found happiness in the smallest things, talked without reason, and made the person in front of her feel important just by being present. Aarav never realized when she became his habit; he only knew that his days felt incomplete without her.
They never gave their relationship a name. Neither friendship nor love—just together. So together that the need for anyone else never crossed their minds. The same evenings, the same bench, one cup of tea, and conversations that never seemed to end. Meera often said that people change, and Aarav would simply smile and brush it off, believing that some people never do.
But time always has its own rules. Slowly, Meera’s world began to grow. New people, new laughter, new responsibilities. And Aarav remained where he was—standing still, waiting. First, the replies came late. Then the conversations grew shorter. And one day, without any argument or explanation, the talking stopped.
What hurt the most was the absence of an ending. No goodbye. No questions. No answers. Just a silence that grew heavier with each passing day. Whenever Aarav passed by that old place, he felt Meera would still be sitting there, playing with her hair, complaining about how late he was. But there was only an empty bench.
Meera, too, remembered Aarav sometimes—especially on days when no one understood her silence. She knew he would still be the same: quiet, but sincere at heart. Both of them learned to move forward in their own lives, yet some memories refused to stay behind.
Because some people don’t come into our lives to stay forever. They come to teach us what it feels like to truly belong to someone. Today, Aarav and Meera walk on different paths, but whenever an old song plays or the first sip of tea touches their lips, the same thought quietly rises within them—
they may have changed, but who they once were still lives somewhere deep inside.