Love That Exists but Cannot Be

We were once in the same place, feeling the same way. Everything felt right—the way you smiled, the way you spoke, the way you understood me without me having to explain a thing. I always thought that if there was someone who could truly understand me without asking, it would be you. But life doesn’t always work the way we want it to. We met at the wrong time—when I was still struggling with myself, when you were still tied to things you couldn’t walk away from. We loved each other, but circumstances forced us to pretend we didn’t.

I remember our late-night conversations, when the world felt smaller and simpler. I remember how you always knew exactly what to say whenever I felt like I was falling apart. I remember the laughter we shared, the little moments of joy that only we could understand. But I also remember how we slowly started drifting apart. Not because the feelings faded, but because we both knew that holding on would only make things harder. I know you felt it too—the tension between us, the desire to stay, but also the realization that maybe this just wasn’t our time.

I wanted to be angry at the universe. I wanted to ask why we had to meet if we were never meant to stay. Why did it have to be you who made me feel at home, only for me to leave? Why did it have to be us, if time was never on our side?

It’s ironic, isn’t it? How two people can love each other but still not end up together? We are proof that love alone isn’t always enough. That sometimes, timing is the cruelest part of fate.

Maybe someday, in a better time, we’ll meet again. Maybe then, there won’t be any more reasons to let go. But if not, I hope the universe treats you kindly, the way I always wanted it to.

Until that day comes, I’ll keep you as the story that never found its ending.