Aman walked aimlessly, his heart heavy with memories of Anamika. The vibrant city seemed dull without her. He found himself outside the library where they first met, the place that ignited their love story.
"It's strange how everything feels different now," he murmured to himself, pushing open the heavy wooden door.
Aman wandered through the aisles, tracing his fingers along the spines of books they once discussed. Each book held a piece of their conversations, their laughter echoing in his mind. He paused at a table where they used to sit, imagining Anamika's smile as she discovered a new favorite novel.
"I miss those days," he whispered, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.
He ordered their usual, a steaming cup of cappuccino, and sat by the window. The café was bustling, yet he felt a profound silence within. The laughter and clinking of cups seemed distant, overshadowed by memories of Anamika sitting across from him, her eyes sparkling with life.
"I wish you were here," he thought, glancing at her empty seat.
Aman strolled along the familiar path, the crunch of leaves underfoot a comforting sound. He remembered their long walks, the way Anamika would lean on his shoulder and talk about dreams and hopes. Her laughter still echoed in the rustling leaves.
"You brought so much joy into my life," he said softly, his heart aching with longing.
Aman unfolded the letter, his hands trembling. Her words were a balm to his aching soul, filled with love and hope for his future. She urged him to embrace life, to find happiness again, and to cherish their love as a guiding light.
"Live for the both of us," she wrote, her spirit shining through her words.
He felt a sense of peace, carrying Anamika's love with him as a source of strength. Her memory was no longer a shadow but a guiding presence. With renewed determination, he stepped into the day, ready to embrace the life she wished for him.
"I'll live for us both, Anamika," he promised, his heart filled with love and hope.
