"Here's the first time we met." she spoke, her finger tracing the words.
"Your smile caught my eye, Ryder, and my heart fluttered. I was too timid to speak, but you made me feel noticed."
She turned the page, her eyes misting. "And here's our summer evening at the park... Your hands guiding me on the swing, the wind tangling my hair, and Grandma's warm smile watching over us." Tears trembled on her lashes.
"Ryder..." she whispered, her voice shattering. "What drove us apart? Why did you stop seeing the real me?" She delved into the journal, reliving moments they shared. "Was I too fragile? Too lost in my own dreams?"
Her gaze drifted, lost in thought. "Or did you ever truly see me at all?" The question hung, a haunting uncertainty.
She turned to a page filled with her grandma's words, written in her own handwriting. "Grandma always said that true love never fades, but it's hard to hold onto hope when it feels like everything is slipping away."
