The letter came on a Tuesday.
A writing fellowship. Another city. A chance Meera had prayed for.
She cried alone first. Then she smiled. Then she felt her heart split.
When she told Aarav, he didn't interrupt.
"You should go," he said.
"I don't want to lose this," she whispered.
Aarav looked at her, love heavy in his chest.
"Then don't lose yourself trying to keep me."