Season 1, Episode 5 of "Before She Knew My Heart"
There was no goodbye.
No emotional hug at a Bus station.No teary wave from a car window.No soundtrack-worthy farewell.
Just... a shift.
A subtle rewiring of the world we knew.
She got into medical college.
I got into engineering.
Different colleges.Different timings.Different schedules.
Same city.Same houses.Same old streets.
But something was already changing.
Our childhoods had been a shared diary.
Every page had both our names scribbled in the corners.
Now, the pages were being written separately.
She was still just a few houses away.
But suddenly, I didn't know what her mornings looked like
anymore.
Did she still eat cereal before class?Did she still tie her hair in a lazy bun on rushed days?
I didn't know.
And that not-knowing… it ached.
One evening, I passed by her house.
Her window was lit — the same one she used to bang on with her knuckles yelling,"Come out, grumpy."
I waited.
But she didn't open it.
Maybe she didn't even know I was there.
And for the first time, I realized…
We could be close enough to touch,yet still be drifting like stars on separate orbits.
She messaged less.I messaged more.
She replied late.I waited anyway.
Because I didn't know how to unlearn fifteen years of being hers — even if only from the shadows.
People think love fades because of distance.
Sometimes, it fades while living next door.Sometimes, all it takes is a change in routine.
A new group of friends.A busier timetable.And suddenly, the person who once knew your every moment…doesn't even notice when you stop walking by.
But I wasn't angry.How could I be?
She was chasing her dream.
Wearing a white coat in hospital halls while I sat behind code and caffeine.
I watched her grow, from the girl who once tripped on playground stones…to the woman holding textbooks heavier than her heart.
And even if I was no longer the first person she messaged after an exam…
I still saved her contact with a little heart emoji at the end.Just in case… she ever came back to it.
I didn't stop loving her.I just started loving her quieter.
Between the lines.Behind the notifications.Through unsent texts and unwatched stories.
It was the silent beginning…of something new.
Sometimes I'd type:"Hey, I miss you."Then delete it before sending.
Sometimes I'd pause in front of her gate.Then walk away before anyone noticed.
Sometimes I'd think of calling her.Then remember how long it took for her to call me last time.
One day, her sister saw me at the shop and casually said,"Ayla's been so busy lately, y'know. New people, new everything."
She said it with a laugh.
But it echoed in my chest.
New people, new everything.
Was there still space for the old ones?
For me?
I sat at my desk that night, staring at my screen,but my mind was writing code in her name.
Every variable, every loop — her smile kept breaking my logic.
I opened a new journal entry:
"They say you lose people when they move cities.
But what do you do when you lose someone…and they never even left your street?"