Promises are liars, fragile things we cling to when we want forever to feel real.
We promised everything—to stay, to choose each other, to always come back. And we meant it. We always did.
He was never just a boy to me. He was my beginning. My always. Adonis Stavros—written into me long before I understood what love was supposed to be. But love doesn’t live in one place. And neither did we. He chased beauty through the streets of Paris, painting pieces of me into every empty space. I chased speed—the edge of control, the rush of survival, a life lived at full throttle on the racetrack.Two dreams. Two worlds. One love that we refused to let go of.
Distance didn’t break us. Time didn’t erase us. We were always there—somewhere between who we had been and who we became. Still reaching. Still hoping. Still holding on. Because love like ours isn’t supposed to end … and we spent years believing that was enough. It wasn’t. Promises are fragile. And in the end, it may just take everything we had left.
Genre: Romance
We promised everything—to stay, to choose each other, to always come back. And we meant it. We always did.
He was never just a boy to me. He was my beginning. My always. Adonis Stavros—written into me long before I understood what love was supposed to be. But love doesn’t live in one place. And neither did we. He chased beauty through the streets of Paris, painting pieces of me into every empty space. I chased speed—the edge of control, the rush of survival, a life lived at full throttle on the racetrack.Two dreams. Two worlds. One love that we refused to let go of.
Distance didn’t break us. Time didn’t erase us. We were always there—somewhere between who we had been and who we became. Still reaching. Still hoping. Still holding on. Because love like ours isn’t supposed to end … and we spent years believing that was enough. It wasn’t. Promises are fragile. And in the end, it may just take everything we had left.
Genre: Romance