Even if all love ends, a 140-word love story The cafe buzzed with the usual Friday night crowd. Rain lashed against the window as I watched her across the room. Her laughter, a melody I knew by heart, danced above the din. We'd met here, a year ago, amidst the scent of coffee and the promise of something new. Now, the air felt thick with unspoken words. She looked up, our eyes met, and a familiar warmth bloomed in my chest. This feeling, this connection, transcended time, transcended the potential for heartbreak. Even if every other love story faded, even if ours was destined to end, I knew, in that moment, I would cherish this. I would cherish her. The rain continued to fall, a gentle rhythm accompanying the silent symphony of our love.