The Love Story That Only Lasted a Week By RichieSphere.com It’s strange how someone can step into your life for only a week and still leave echoes that never fade. That’s what Maya did to me. The First Day I met her on a Monday morning that smelled like rain and coffee. I was late for work, standing at a small roadside café, impatiently watching the barista pour my latte at the speed of a melting glacier. Then she walked in — calm, unhurried, her hair damp from the drizzle, her smile carrying some secret the world didn’t deserve to know. She ordered the same drink as mine and stood beside me. When our eyes met, I forgot the concept of time. We talked briefly — about how Lagos traffic ruins everything, about the weather pretending to be London, and about how coffee tastes better when you’re late. She laughed — not the polite kind, but the real, belly-deep laugh that shakes the air. Her name was Maya , and somehow, that one word already felt like a poem. The Second Day We met a...