the night we met | désiré doué

They were everything, once.
Moments stitched together in glances, in laughter, in touch. The kind of love that lives in the little things - the stolen kisses after matches, the whispered dreams, the nights spent tangled beneath the weight of feeling too much.

But love isn't always enough.

They broke - painfully, quietly, with words left unsaid and wounds left open. Life moved on, or pretended to. Yet even through distance and silence, the memories lingered like smoke. Some connections don't fade. They ache. They haunt.

And sometimes, they find their way back.

This is a story about the kind of love that breaks you - and the courage it takes to choose it again.