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Yma Roberton sat by her apartment window, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her coffee cup. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft patterns on the floor, but her mind was elsewhere. She wasn't seeing the light streaming into the room or hearing the gentle hum of the city outside. She was in a place far away, lost in memories of a time that felt both distant and painfully close.
Alexa Bliss. The name echoed in her mind like a song that had been played too many times, one that brought both warmth and a tinge of sorrow. Their relationship had been one of those fleeting, intense connections that seemed to burn brighter than the stars, only to fade before they could truly figure out what it meant.
Yma remembered the first time they met, how easy it had been to talk to Alexa, laugh with her, and feel like they understood each other in ways that felt almost impossible to explain. The chemistry was undeniable, their bond deep and effortless. It was as if they were two halves of the same whole, drawn together by something beyond their control. They’d shared moments that felt eternal, memories etched into her heart like they would last forever.
But time, as it often does, had a way of changing things. Their connection that once felt so strong slowly began to fray at the edges. It wasn’t a sudden shift—it was gradual, subtle. They had drifted, not because of a single moment of conflict, but because life had a way of pulling them in different directions. The distance between them had widened, and the warmth of their connection had begun to cool.
Yma thought back to the last time they were together. The way Alexa had smiled, but there was something distant in her eyes, a hesitation Yma couldn’t quite place. It had been a moment of realization for her—something was missing. They weren’t the same people they once were. The time they spent apart had changed them in ways they hadn’t anticipated.
Now, Yma couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been lost. The relationship that had once felt so sure, so right, was now just a collection of memories—some vivid, others fading with the passing days. She missed the way Alexa’s presence had once filled a room, how her laughter had been a source of light. But most of all, Yma missed the feeling of being understood in a way that no one else had been able to.
Sitting there, she realized the truth she had been avoiding: they couldn’t go back. No matter how many times she replayed the moments in her mind, she couldn’t undo the passage of time. The bond they had shared had changed, and as much as she longed to return to that place, she knew it was impossible. They had both moved on and grown into different versions of themselves.
It was a bittersweet kind of sadness, the kind that comes with knowing you’ve loved and lost, but also with understanding that some things are meant to be fleeting. Yma had once believed that love could withstand anything, but now she understood that sometimes, love isn’t meant to last forever.
The memories would always be there, tucked away in the corners of her mind. She would always remember the joy, the connection, and the love they had shared. But she also knew it was time to let go, to move forward and embrace the inevitable changes that life brought.
As Yma stood up and moved toward the window, she took one last glance at the city below, feeling the weight of time’s passage. She wasn’t sure what the future held, but she knew she was ready to face it. The past would always be a part of her, but it no longer had the power to hold her back. She had learned to cherish what they had, but she was ready to move on.