Our relationship had been a whirlwind. From playing games to endless conversations, Advika became my world. It wasn't just about dating—it was about having someone who felt like home. Everything was going well, or so I thought. But looking back now, I realize the signs were there all along.One day, she asked if we could meet. When we did, she wanted to hug me. It was unexpected, but I didn't hesitate. That hug was something else. It wasn't just an embrace; it felt like the world had stopped, like nothing else mattered. I didn't realize then that it would be our first and last hug. If I had known, maybe I would've held on a little longer.For a while, everything seemed perfect, but then she started pulling away. She stopped replying to my messages as quickly, sometimes not at all. I asked her if something was wrong and if I had done anything to upset her, but she always brushed it off."Everything's fine," she'd say, but her actions told a different story.I started feeling like I was losing her, but I didn't want to believe it. I apologized countless times, even though I didn't know what I was apologizing for. I thought if I tried hard enough, I could fix whatever was broken.Then one day, I saw her Instagram story. It was a video of her riding on a bike with someone else. My heart sank. It felt like someone had punched me in the chest. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but deep down, I knew. She had moved on and found someone else.When I confronted her, she didn't deny it outright. Instead, she told me she needed something different, that she wanted a best friend, not a boyfriend. It hurt like hell, but I respected her choice.We talked things through, and eventually, we decided to end it. It wasn't bitter or angry—it was just sad. I didn't stop loving her, though. I don't think I ever will. Even now, we're still in touch. Whenever she needs help, I'm there. When she feels lonely, I make sure she doesn't feel that way for long.Some people might think I'm a fool for sticking around, but I don't care. Seeing her happy, even if it's not with me, makes me happy. That's what love is, right? Wanting the best for someone, even if it means you can't be the one to give it to them.I don't think I'll ever find someone like her again. She was my first love, my only love, and maybe that's enough for me. Some connections are too strong to let go, no matter how much time passes.So here I am, still holding on in my way. She might not see me the same way anymore, but she'll always be the only one for me. And if this is all we're meant to be, I can live with that.