Love, in the digital age, begins with a notification. A simple message, a playful emoji, a late-night conversation that stretches until dawn. It is effortless, intoxicating, and fragile.
For him, it had all started in a group chat—a space where strangers became friends, where laughter echoed through typed words, where she appeared, unexpected yet familiar. What began as a harmless exchange of words soon became something deeper, something real—or so he believed.
She had confessed first, taking him by surprise. He had hesitated, then surrendered, swept away by the thrill of being wanted. Their bond grew, unshaken by distance, their cities merely two hours apart. They spoke of dreams, of futures intertwined, of the day they would finally meet. And when that day came, beneath the glow of Christmas lights, he thought he had found something lasting.
But love built on fleeting words is as unstable as sand slipping through fingers. A truth he would come to learn far too late.