Here is a short story from Maya and what the struggles with Greg are and how they work through these issues eventually once Greg opens up to her.

Sometimes, love feels like the gentle sway of a river, cool and calm, winding through a quiet valley. That’s how it felt when I first met him. I remember the way his laughter would echo in the air, filling the space between us with something warm and bright. Those early days were easy, effortless; we’d spend hours talking about nothing and everything, and I’d find myself smiling, even long after he’d gone. It was like a dream I never wanted to wake from.

But rivers have a way of changing. As we drifted deeper into each other’s lives, I started to see things that weren’t so perfect. He’d get distant sometimes, his mind wandering to places he wouldn’t share with me. And I’d lie awake, wondering where I fit in his world. It was painful, a steady ache I couldn’t shake, like a stone in my chest. Still, I told myself that love was worth the struggle, that every river had its rough waters.

One night, after another tense conversation, I walked by the river near my house. The water was restless, churning as if the current itself was torn between holding on and letting go. Watching it, I realized that maybe love wasn’t meant to be easy. Maybe it was about learning to move with the waves, even when they threatened to pull you under. I stood there for a long time, letting the wind cool my face, breathing in the night air, and feeling the weight of what I’d lost and found in him.

Now, when I think of him, I see the river—a place that was both beautiful and fierce, a journey that changed me. I don't know if we’ll find our way back to each other, or if our paths are meant to diverge. But either way, I know that love, like a river, leaves its mark. It carves itself into you, shaping you in ways you can’t always understand, but somehow, you find yourself grateful for the journey.