The Evening Star Left Unspoken

She was the kind of girl nobody would remember in a crowd. He was the kind of boy who always walked with his head down. Their romance began with a pen he borrowed and never returned. They tested the waters, fell in love, and in the end, all that remained was silence. They both waited for the other to speak first. They waited until graduation, until they went their separate ways, until they had each grown up. Years later, she saw his wedding invitation in their class chat and remembered what he had said the last time they met that summer: "Let's keep in touch." Their love was gentle from beginning to end, even its ending. But gentle doesn't mean good.