Sana had one strange habit.
She never saved anyone’s number.
Not because she was careless. Not because she forgot.
But because she believed people were temporary.
Friends changed. Love faded.
People promised forever and disappeared within weeks.
And deleting saved contacts always hurts more than losing the person itself.
So her phone was filled with unknown numbers.
No names. No attachments. No expectations.
Until one number slowly became different.
It started with a wrong message.
“Reached home?”
Sana replied:
“Wrong number.”
A minute later came another text.
“Then maybe destiny wanted me to ask you instead.”
She rolled her eyes.
But somehow… she replied again.
Days became weeks.
The stranger became routine.
He texted her before sleeping. Reminded her to eat.
Send random pictures of sunsets and unfinished songs.
And weirdly
He understood her too easily.
When she was upset, he knew.
When she lied saying “I’m okay,” he noticed.
Yet they never exchanged names.
It became their unspoken rule.
No names. No photos. No expectations.
Only conversations.
One night he asked:
“Why don’t you save numbers?”
She stared at the screen for a long time before typing:
“Because everyone leaves eventually.”
After that, he sent only one reply.
“What if someone stays?”
For the first time in years…
That question scared her.
Months passed.
They spoke every single day.
Sometimes till sunrise.
Sometimes in complete silence while staying on call.
And slowly Sana began doing dangerous things again.
waiting for messages. Smiling at notifications. Missing someone.
One evening he finally said:
“Let’s meet.”
Her heartbeat stumbled.
They decided on a small café near the beach.
6 PM. Sunday.
Sana reached early.
Every passing second made her nervous.
Then her phone buzzed.
“Table near the window.”
She looked around.
No one was looking at her.
Another message came.
“Blue dress suits you.”
Her chest tightened.
She slowly stood up.
Scanning every face in the café.
College students. Couples. Families.
Nobody seemed familiar.
Then
her eyes stopped on a man sitting alone in the corner.
Black shirt. Coffee untouched.
Watching her.
He lifted his phone slightly.
Message arrived instantly.
“Hi.”
Sana’s breathing became uneven.
She walked toward him slowly and sat down.
“You?”
The man smiled softly.
But something felt wrong.
Not his face. Not his voice.
The feeling.
Like she had seen him before.
Somewhere important.
“You look disappointed,” he joked lightly.
“No… I just feel like I know you.”
The smile on his face faded slightly.
“Maybe you do.”
Before she could ask, he slid his phone toward her.
On the screen was an old photograph.
Her hands froze.
It was her.
Standing beside a hospital bed.
And beside her
him.
But thinner. Weaker.
Her mind went blank.
“I… I don’t understand.”
His voice became quiet.
“Two years ago… we were together.”
Sana felt the world tilt.
“What?”
“You met with an accident, Sana.”
Pieces of forgotten memories flashed violently.
Rain. Broken glass. Hospital lights.
“You survived,” he whispered. “But your memory didn’t completely.”
Her fingers trembled uncontrollably.
“You forgot many people. Including me.”
Tears burned her eyes instantly.
“No…”
“You used to say you’d never leave me,” he said with a painful smile.
“And when you forgot me completely…
I didn’t know how to come back into your life.”
“So you texted me as a stranger?”
He nodded.
“I wanted you to choose me again. Not because of memories.
Not because of the past. Just… because your heart still could.”
Sana broke down silently.
Because somewhere between unknown numbers and late-night conversations.
she had fallen in love with him all over again.
Without even knowing he was already once her entire world.
