¿Y si lo hacemos?

Sometimes love is just a beautiful mistake stretched out over time. The two seemed to be trying to understand each other, but words got mixed up, feelings got lost in pauses, and the plot fell apart somewhere between ‘stay’ and ‘okay, let's move on.’ It didn't turn out like in fairy tales, but it was honest: with warmth, confusion, and a couple of scenes that you don't want to rewatch, but can't forget.

Now there is only silence - thick, like winter outside the window. There is no tragedy in it, only weary calm and a slight regret that things could have been different. But maybe they shouldn't have been.