Love: Between Seasons and Goodbyes

 There are some love stories that don’t make it to forever — not because they weren’t strong enough, but because they were meant to live in moments, not in timelines.

Recently, I found myself swept away by two stories that couldn’t be more different in setting, language, or structure  yet both left a similar ache in my heart. One is a poetic Telugu film called “8 Vasanthalu”, and the other, a beautiful film, “The Oxford Year” . What connected them for me was this simple yet powerful truth: not all love needs to be loud to be real.

In 8 Vasanthalu, love is presence. It’s the kind of love that waits silently in the background, showing up through years and seasons, never asking for anything in return. The man in her life doesn’t profess undying love or fight to win her over. He just stays. Through every change, every heartbreak, every chapter of her life, he’s there. Not holding her, but never letting go either. And sometimes, that kind of love – the quiet, steady kind – is what breaks you the most. Because it’s real. Because it’s rare. 

All the butterflies, emotional intensities and fanstasy are beautiful and powerful but everyone deserves a story not just a trailer. we all deserve someone who says come closer, not stay away.

On the other hand, The Oxford Year gave me a glimpse of a different kind of ache. A love that crashes into your life when you least expect it — full of charm, warmth, wit, and the promise of something deeper. But as you fall, you find yourself torn between dreams and reality, between time and choice. Anna and Jamie’s story reminded me that sometimes, even the most magical love stories come with an expiry date. And yet, their depth remains. Some people walk into your life not to stay forever, but to teach you how much love your heart is capable of holding.

What struck me in both stories was how love doesn’t always need to end in togetherness to be meaningful. Some loves leave quietly, some stay in memory, some live in between seasons and all of them matter. Love is just one phase of the life, not the purpose of life.

If you’ve ever loved someone in silence, or loved them knowing it may not last — I hope you know it was still love. It changed you. It shaped you. It was enough.

Because at the end of the day, love isn’t about the loudest confession or the perfect ending. Sometimes, it’s just about being there. And when they’re gone, it’s about the quiet courage of remembering them with tenderness, not regret.

Btw, there is also another movie, " Surprised by oxford" which is also in my fav list.