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The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the park as Eva sat on the bench, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her scarf. She was nervous, her heart racing as she waited for Ethan. It had been a month since they’d last seen each other, and so much had changed since then. She wondered if their love had changed too.
Ethan and Eva had met in the most unremarkable way—waiting for the same train, at the same station, every day for weeks. It started with stolen glances and shy smiles, each one lasting a little longer than the last. Eventually, the shy smiles turned into awkward conversations about the weather or their workdays. Ethan worked at a nearby publishing house, and Eva was an elementary school teacher. Their lives were simple, but somehow, in the ordinary, they found something extraordinary in each other.
One particularly rainy morning, as they both stood under the station’s small overhang, Ethan had finally gathered the courage to ask her out. “How about we stop meeting like this and actually go for a coffee sometime?” he had asked, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the rain.
Eva had laughed, her cheeks flushing with warmth despite the cold air. “I’d like that.”
And so began their relationship—built on little moments, like sharing an umbrella, late-night phone calls, and afternoons spent in cozy cafés. It wasn’t grand gestures or dramatic declarations of love, but rather the small, meaningful things that made their connection special. Ethan remembered how she liked her coffee—two sugars, no cream—and Eva knew he always carried a book in his bag, just in case he found a quiet moment to read.
But as their bond deepened, so did the complexity of their feelings. Ethan had been offered a promotion—a dream opportunity that would take him to a different city, hours away from the life they had built together. He had been thrilled, but there was a heaviness in his voice when he told Eva the news.
“That’s amazing,” she had said, her smile faltering just a little. She wanted to be happy for him, and she was, but the thought of him being so far away filled her with dread. Could their relationship survive the distance?
“We’ll figure it out,” he had promised, pulling her into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere—at least not in any way that matters.”
But a month had passed since he’d moved, and they had yet to see each other. The phone calls became shorter, texts left unanswered longer, and Eva felt the creeping fear that the distance was already taking its toll.
Now, as she sat waiting for him to arrive, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of the end. She had always believed love was found in the little things, but what if those little things were slipping away?
Just as her thoughts began to spiral, she spotted Ethan walking toward her, his familiar stride making her heart skip a beat. He was holding something in his hand, but she couldn’t make out what it was from a distance. As he got closer, she noticed it was a small paper bag.
“Hey,” he said softly, taking a seat beside her.
“Hey,” she replied, her voice quieter than she intended. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.
Ethan turned to her, offering the paper bag. “I brought you something.”
Eva opened it, peeking inside. It was a small croissant, from the café they used to visit together after work. Tears pricked her eyes as she looked at him, her heart swelling with emotion.
“I know it’s been hard,” Ethan said, his voice gentle. “But I’ve been thinking about us a lot. And I realized that even though I’m not here every day like I used to be, it’s the little things that remind me of you. Like this croissant, or that song we always listened to in the car, or even the way you twirl your hair when you’re thinking.”
Eva smiled through her tears, reaching out to take his hand. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I was so afraid that the distance would change things, but maybe… maybe it doesn’t have to. Maybe we can still hold on to the little things, even if we’re not always in the same place.”
Ethan squeezed her hand, his eyes soft and full of love. “I don’t want to lose you, Eva. We can make this work. We’ll make time for each other. We’ll visit, call more, and remember that it’s not the distance that matters—it’s us.”
Eva felt a warmth spread through her chest as she leaned into him. “I don’t want to lose you either.”
They sat there for a while, watching the sun disappear behind the trees, their hearts a little lighter. It wasn’t going to be easy, but as they held each other close, they knew that love wasn’t just in the grand gestures—it was in the little things that tied them together, no matter how far apart they were.
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