You yearned for her to speak those words, in her melodious voice,
You ached for her warm embraces,
You yearned for her lips to meet yours, to taste the sweetness of her affection,
You craved all her love.

You yearned for the radiance of her presence to illuminate your life
You yearned for the symphony of her voice to grace your ears, longing to lose yourself in the melody of her words,
You yearned to cast her as the heroine in your story.

But she remained silent, her voice reserved for another,
Her body was present, yet her soul seemed to drift beyond your reach,
Her lips, once brushed closely, now devoted to pining for another,
Her love, a treasure meant for someone in her dreams.

Her life already entwined with another,
Her conversations meant for someone else's ears,
She had already scripted a story where you were not the hero,
But someone she was yet to discover, and perhaps never would.

And in that longing, in that ache, your heart bled,
For the love you craved lingered as a wistful echo, carried away on the whims of the wind,
A dream that slipped through your fingers,
Leaving you to wander in the shadows, haunted by the echoes of your unspoken
desires.

I was never hurt I was just scared I hurt you

Someone's dream is someone's toy.

Finally understood dear That I am not the one u wanted in your life

you taught me why people felt jealous

okie

not one

I haven't said anything
I have nothing to say

somethings I miss

checking tg to find a 100 unread messages
staying awake all night long to talk to a person 100 kms away

I miss them but tho I know it was wrong