unknown love

I was going to meet someone, holding a bouquet of white and yellow roses. I don't know why, but when my parents told me I had to meet their friend's son, I couldn't refuse. From school to college, I'd seen many faces, both good and bad. Many new people came into my life, and many old ones left. I still remember the man I met online on Telegram. Conversations that used to be commonplace had become a part of everyday life, and now lasted for hours every day. This was a person I'd never seen before, but talking to him felt comforting. I didn't like to talk much, but everything he said felt so natural to me. These conversations were no longer commonplace. I knew I was in love. But I also knew this was part of my story, not my life. I decided to tell him I loved him. I wanted to tell you, but one day he told me that his parents had arranged his marriage, and he'd had a long conversation with them about it. I simply remained silent. I asked him, "What will you do?" He said, "I have to do what my parents say." His answer broke my spirit. I hung up without a word. My curiosity grew, and the yearning to talk to him tormented me, but my heart knew it was time to pull myself together. One thing I loved about him was that he was always so honest; his kindness always drew me in. I didn't want to talk to him anymore, and I don't know why, but he had also reduced our interactions. Gradually, we spoke once a month, and then once every two or three months. Today, it's been four years since I last spoke to him. Standing at the entrance of the restaurant, I was reminiscing about everything when I heard my name called from behind. It was the man I'd come to meet. I gave him that bouquet. We sat and talked, and he told me a story that resonated with me. It was a bit like mine. He told me that talking to that girl every day wasn't just a habit, but a heartfelt need. I tried to tell him this, but he'd lost his phone, and I couldn't talk to him or forget him... I had a thousand questions, but I couldn't tell him anything. I was afraid of the unknown. Mustering up courage, I dialed the four-year-old's number in front of him and placed my phone on the table in front of me. The person sitting across from me started ringing. I had the answer to all my questions. We were both amazed by this beautiful coincidence and couldn't stop laughing. And seeing that person smile, I felt that what was mine would always be with me.......!!