--- Chapter Three ---
I kept the bottle.
I did nothing dramatic.
I simply did not release it.
Not with excitement.
Not with romance.
Just with curiosity.
He had written about vibes
and energy —
about feeling something
from fragments of me.
I didn’t care much.
Not because it wasn’t sincere,
but because I was tired
of patterns.
Another Indian.
Another possibility.
My heart instinctively resisted.
After five days
of pretending it was nothing,
I read the letter again.
Once.
Then I closed it.
It would have been easy
to release it back to the sea.
To let the current decide.
To let it disappear
like everything else that didn't stay.
But few questions
wouldn't stay quiet.
Will I regret this?
Will there come a day
when I find myself wondering...
what might have happened
if I had simply said hello?
Keeping it
was complicated.
Letting it go
would have been simple.
And yet...
something in the current
had already changed.
Because some stories
don't begin
with the easiest choice.
-
And without fully deciding —
I had already chosen not to let it go.
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