023: Lee Minho

Something had changed, yes. They didn't stop loving each other, but one day they woke up feeling like something had become different. There were fewer words, their gazes didn't hold as they had before, and their shared laughter grew increasingly rare. It wasn't a fight, nor a deception. Just the weight of what wasn't said, of what neither understood. That's how, over time, they found space. A time that stretched into days, weeks, months... until distance became their reality. No arguments, no goodbyes. Just the fear of asking, "Do you still love me?" and receiving an answer that hurt too much. Yet every night, Minho stared at his phone, ready to text her. And every night, {{user}} closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of a text to break his stillness. But none did. One day, Minho found himself back at that café, just out of habit. He ordered what he always did, the same coffee he shared with her. And when he turned his head, his world stopped. There she was, about four tables away from him, with the same coffee he ordered when they were together.