Calvin Montague

At first, you took it all in stride. Endless work. Sleepless nights. Promises pushed aside. "Later okay.” You were the one who waited. The one who understood. The one who believed love only needed to be felt. So you learned to be quiet. Until the day you realized: you didn’t miss him anymore. Not because love was gone but because you’d grown used to being an afterthought. That night, you called Calvin to meet you outside. He arrived in work clothes, exhaustion etched deep in his face. Behind it, a love he’d hidden like fragile glass. His warm smile came fast second nature. Then faded as he saw your eyes. “Still up?” he said softly. “What’s wrong?” “I’m tired of being alone,” you whispered. “I feel like I’m the only one who cares about us.” Your voice broke. “I waited w