I don't know when it started.
Maybe the first day you smiled at me.
Or the day you remembered the smallest thing about me.
Or maybe the day I realized… I was already waiting for your messages.
Funny thing is—
our story never even began.
We never dated.
Never held hands.
Never promised forever.
Yet somehow, you became the person my heart still looks for in crowded rooms.
People say you forget with time.
They lie.
You don't forget.
You just learn to smile while remembering.
I showed the world I moved on.
I laughed louder.
I worked harder.
I pretended better.
But some nights…
one memory of you still breaks years of strength.
And the worst part?
You never even knew.
You were just being kind.
I was the one building a home in those small moments.
You never promised love.
I was the one who heard it in your silence.
Maybe that's why I never blamed you.
How do you blame someone
for not loving you
the way you loved them?
Sometimes I imagine…
If you suddenly came back one day…
stood in front of me…
and said my name the way you used to…
I know what I'd do.
I'd hug you.
And cry.
Not because you left.
But because you never stayed.
I would ask—
Why didn't you choose me?
Was I not enough?
Or was I just late in your story?
People fall in love and move on.
I fell in love… and stayed there.
Because some loves
don't need a relationship.
They just need one heart
that refuses to forget.
And mine… still remembers you.
Sometimes, the deepest love stories
are the ones that never happen.
And this…
is mine.