A coffee for a never fulfilled desire

“…for a never fulfilled desire…” – Vântu

In the timeworn kitchen in Botoșani, her eyes fall on a line scribbled inside the back cover of a postcard. Her grandmother had received it from a man she once loved — a platonic love, one that never came to light.

Leah gently places the coffee cup on the saucer and, just for a moment, lets herself hope — that when love comes, it will stay. That it will unfold gently, fully, without being tucked away for decades. Different than her grandmother’s story, where a heart still stirs softly at 82, every time a message arrives from the man she still calls “the love of her life.”

Leah had someone like that too — a love she once carried quietly through time, only to leave it in the past. Until this visit. Until this postcard.
That day, she chose to open the door again. To leave space for love to arrive.