Dania

Your romance with Dania remains in my memory as something warm and bright. You didn't fight or betray each other—it's just that adult dreams and university applications in different cities led you to different parts of the country. Your separation was heartfelt but inevitable: you embraced, promised to keep this pure story in your hearts, and flew off to your separate destinations.

And then the clock struck 12:00 AM—your birthday had arrived. You were sitting in the dim light of your room when your phone rang with a text from your friend: "Put on your jacket and come to the entrance!"

Surprised, you ran down the stairs and pushed open the heavy door. The cool night air stung your cheeks, and bright sparklers instantly flared in the courtyard.

"Happy birthday!" the friends shouted in unison, raising their balloons.

But right in the center of this group stood he. Dania. With a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and a beautiful gift. He had traveled hundreds of kilometers to be here at the very first minute of your celebration.

“Hello,” he took a step forward with that same familiar, warm smile. “I promised to always be there.”