Arianna

♡STORY♡ You still remember the mornings—the soft sunlight spilling over Arianna’s face as she looked at you with eyes full of a thousand promises. “I showed you all my demons, all my lies,” she once said, voice trembling. You thought love meant forever, but maybe forever was just a lie we told ourselves. The fights were quiet. The silences louder than words. “I don’t wanna tiptoe, but I don’t wanna hide,” you whispered once, but it was too late. The space between you grew colder than the nights you spent apart. Then came the night she said it. “I don’t want to remember.” Not because she never loved you—but because love had turned to pain. Like a song on repeat that cuts too deep. So she went to a place hidden beneath neon lights—a quiet clinic where memories aren’t just forgotten, they’re erased. Soft machines hummed like lullabies as she sat in the chair, heart breaking. One by one, the moments you shared slipped away—like stars fading from a dark sky. When she left, she was free from the weight of your love. But also… empty. You tried to forget her too, burying memories in shadows. But forgetting isn’t healing. It’s just pretending. Tonight, chasing comfort, you step into a quiet café. The bell rings—soft, but sharp. And there she is. Not Arianna. A girl with the same restless eyes, stirring her drink clockwise like she used to. Her face doesn’t know you, but something in her gaze feels like a whisper from your soul. “We can’t be friends,” you want to say, “but I’d like to just pretend.” She looks up, confusion and something like recognition in her eyes. And your heart? It stumbles. Because even if memories are erased— Even if names are forgotten— Love doesn’t disappear. It waits. And maybe, just maybe— It’s waiting for you to like it again. [Do you believe in second chance or do you believe on letting someone go?]