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They lived far apart. Different countries. Different skies. Different clocks. But somehow, the rain and stars made it feel like they were still under the same sky.
They had never lived in the same city. Not even once. From the beginning, it had always been calls, messages, voice notes, and waiting. They learned how to love through screens. They learned how to feel close even when thousands of miles away.
They missed each other every day, but they didn’t say it every hour. Some days were hard, but they found soft ways to stay connected. One of those ways was the rain.
It started one evening. She was sitting near her window, watching the rain fall gently outside. She sent him a photo. Just a blurry shot of raindrops on glass. No words. A few minutes later, he replied: “It’s raining here too.”
That was the first time they noticed it. The rain felt like a bridge. Like a quiet reminder that even far apart, the world could still give them the same moments.
So it became their thing. Every time it rained, they told each other. Sometimes it would be just a simple “Rain today.” Other times, they sent pictures or tiny videos. She once recorded the sound of the rain falling on her balcony and sent it to him. He played it while he worked, like she was there.
The rain became something soft they shared. When the world felt noisy or tired, they both liked how the rain made everything quiet. They didn’t have to talk much on those days. Just knowing it was raining in both their cities made them feel closer.
And then there were the stars.
They had different skies, but sometimes, they both looked up at night. On a call one evening, he said, “I think we’re both looking at the same moon right now.” She smiled and said, “We always are.”
So stars became another little thing they shared. They would send each other pictures of the sky. Not fancy ones. Just blurry photos with one or two dots of light. Sometimes she would say, “Look up. I’m looking too.” And he always did.
They didn’t need big moments. They found love in the small ones. A short good morning text. A sleepy voice note. A picture of the rain. A quiet “I saw a star and thought of you.”
Time zones made things tricky, but they learned to make space for each other. She stayed up late sometimes. He woke up early sometimes. They weren’t perfect at it, but they tried. And trying meant something.
They never met in person. Not yet. But they didn’t feel like strangers. They knew each other’s days and moods, the way the other laughed, and how they each liked their coffee. They knew which streetlight blinked outside his window, and which flower bloomed outside hers.
One night, it was raining in both their cities. A soft, peaceful rain. He texted, “I wish I could sit next to you right now.” She replied, “We kind of are.”
They fell asleep on a call that night. No long conversations. Just the sound of rain through her window, and the hum of his quiet breathing. That was enough.
Sometimes love isn’t loud. Sometimes it doesn’t need big words or perfect plans. Sometimes love is quiet, simple, and soft. It’s two people under different skies, feeling the same rain. It’s looking up at stars and knowing someone else is too. It’s being far away but still finding little ways to feel close.
They didn’t know what the future would look like. But they knew how to wait. They knew how to listen to the rain. And they knew how to love in silence, in distance, and in stars.
And maybe, just maybe, that was more than enough.
By: Sunidhi Sangwan
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