martha_haukongo

Unfinished Feelings

Amelia thought she had moved on. She convinced herself that love was nothing more than a fleeting illusion—a bittersweet memory of stolen moments and whispered promises. But when Julian, the man who once made her heart race, returns to her life unexpectedly, the emotions she buried deep begin to resurface.

He was her almost—the love that never truly began, yet never truly ended. Their connection is undeniable, but the pain of the past lingers like a shadow between them. As fate pulls them back together, Amelia is forced to confront the truth. Was Julian ever meant to be hers, or is he just another lesson in heartbreak?

As secrets unravel and old wounds reopen, Amelia must decide: should she give love a second chance, or finally close the chapter on unfinished feelings?

Unfinished feelings

Amelia lay on her bed, phone still in her hand. Julian's message lingered on the screen like an unanswered question.

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Memories of their late-night conversations and the way his voice used to make her feel safe came rushing back. But alongside them came the pain—the nights she had cried herself to sleep, waiting for a reply that never came.

"I miss you, Amelia." The words felt heavy, stirring emotions she wasn't ready to face.

Before she could overthink, another message popped up.

"I know I have no right to say that, but it's true. Can we talk?"

Her heart clenched. She wanted to ignore him, to protect herself. But curiosity, or maybe hope, won.

"About what?" she typed, biting her lip.

The next evening, Amelia sat at a quiet corner of a café, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea. Julian walked in, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

He hadn't changed much—tall, confident, the same eyes that once made her feel like she was the only girl in the world. But there was something different, something in the way he looked at her. As if he was searching for a piece of the past.

"Hi," he said, his voice softer than she remembered.

She nodded, forcing herself to stay calm. "Hi."

He sat down, his fingers drumming lightly against the table. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

"Neither was I," she admitted. "Why now, Julian?"

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Because I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us."

Her heart betrayed her, skipping a beat. "You made it clear back then that I wasn't enough."

Julian's eyes darkened with regret. "I was a fool, Amelia. I let fear and pride get in the way. I hurt you, and I hate myself for it."

Silence stretched between them. Amelia searched his face for honesty, for the truth hidden behind his words.

"I don't expect you to forgive me," he continued, voice barely above a whisper. "But I need you to know that I never stopped loving you."

Her breath caught. She had dreamed of hearing those words, but now that they were real, she didn't know what to do with them.

She looked away, focusing on the steam rising from her cup. "Love isn't just words, Julian. It's actions."

He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers. It was a simple touch, but it sent shivers through her.

"I know," he said. "And I want to prove it to you, if you let me."

Amelia's heart was at war with her mind. Trust was fragile, and hers had been broken before. But as she stared into Julian's eyes, she wondered…

Could unfinished feelings ever find their way back to love?