The moment.

How could I ever forget the moment that held oceans of laughter,rivers of change, and quiet storms of feeling?

The moment that did not simply drift by like an ordinary second lost to time,but etched itself like permanent echoes in the chambers of my soul.

The moment that carved a quiet doorway into a heart I had long ago sealed and sworn no one would enter again.

The moment that healed pieces of me I didn’t even know were broken.Parts I had learned to live without and fragments I thought were simply gone forever.

The hushed corners, the everyday streets, the quiet nights we lingered together and the laughter that belonged only to us settled themselves into me far deeper than I ever allowed myself to admit.The quiet check-ins, the subtle care, the effortless and silly jokes returned my smile before I even realized it had been missing.They became a part of my pulse,woven gently into who I am.

For the first time, I found myself hoping that the clock would slow its relentless ticking.Every second felt too sacred to let go,too fragile to slip away.Even our tiniest conversations stretched beyond seconds,as if the world paused just long enough for us to exist in our own small forever.

And somewhere in those small,almost invisible moments, I felt myself soften again.Something inside me began to shift quietly but unstoppable,pressing against my chest like a tide I could no longer hold back. It took me longer than I care to realize that my feelings were growing from what began as simple comfort.

Yet,I hovered in the void between what had been and what could never be.That fragile space trembled with unspoken truths, heavy and undefinable, like a melody that won’t ever resolve.Every glance and word of yours burned brighter than it should, yet nothing could be seized nor be held. 

In the quiet, I asked myself, again and again: what am I to you?

 Will you ever see me at all?

Will I ever matter to you the way you mattered to me? 

And why does it feel like everything, when perhaps it was nothing from the very start?

But in the end, the silence between us rumbled louder than any confession I could ever muster. It filled the spaces my voice could not reach, turning every “almost” into a fragile shadow that trembled but never fully became. The words I never spoke remained imprisoned within me, haunting like ghosts, waiting for a courage that never came.

My heart was never ready to let go, never ready to face the quiet that settled in the spaces where everything had once been alive. Our conversations, once so effortless and full, gradually faded into shadows, and our laughter slowly dissolved into echoes that resided long after you were gone. Those familiar streets and quiet corners we had shared, now carry the ripples of memories, whispering reminders of what once was and what could never be again.

Some people lose because they confess. Some lose because they remain silent. Me? I was lost somewhere in the spaces between the words I never said.I lost myself in that dangerous space between, where words almost lived, almost mattered, and yet never did.

If these words ever find you,know that you will forever be the greatest chapter in the story of my life.Though I walk forward, carrying the weight of what was never spoken, a part of me always remains tethered to the warmth you left behind.And if destiny has truly written our paths, I hope we will meet again not as the fragile souls we once were, but as the most complete versions of ourselves.And when that day comes,may it feel like the world itself holding its breath to witness the love that never truly left.

Until then, you will forever remain the quiet prayer I whispered,hoping that the light you deserved would touch your days before it ever found mine, and that somewhere, in some small way, my love might linger around you, unseen but unwavering.

Even if my words never reach your ears. 

Even if the depth of what I felt remains unseen. 

Even if my name never crosses your mind.

To the one who holds my heart,

you are my favourite unkept promise,

my sweetest “what if”,

my tender almost,

my “maybe in a different lifetime”,

my forever favourite unfinished chapter.