Imagine knowing someone your entire life. You have shared countless memories, laughed together, cried together, and watched each other grow. And all this time, you have been in love with them. But for some reason, fate has other plans. You never end up together, not in your twenties, not in your thirties, not even in your forties.
And then, when you're already fifty, something changes. Maybe it's a chance encounter, maybe it's a realization that you can't live without each other anymore. Suddenly, after all these years, you find yourselves together.
But by this time, so much has happened. You've both had other relationships, you've both changed. Will it be the same as you imagined when you were younger? Will the love that has endured all these years still be enough? Bruh, I'd kms omg. The thought of going through all that and finally getting together at fifty is just too much to handle.