Chapter 1
At first sight—
the very first time I saw you—
I knew I was drawn to you like a magnet.
You were perfect, untouched by effort,
perfect just being you.
It took time to admit
that what I felt wasn’t admiration,
but a feeling quietly growing beneath the surface.
Funny how time moves forward
while memories stay behind,
stacking themselves without permission.
I ask myself—
what did you do,
or what did I allow myself to believe?
They say fairy tales always end well.
So tell me—what happened to ours?
Do you ever wonder if there was a next chapter?
Do you replay the moments too,
or am I the only one still living there?
I loved you for so long
that moving on feels like betrayal.
Every night I ask—
will I ever forget you?
You made me feel whole,
then left me to remember
what empty feels like again.
I was healing—
until your name found me.
Loving you was a full-time job,
yet I was never hired to stay.
So why do your memories
keep clocking back in?
This is what it feels like
to love someone like you.
I once believed I didn’t deserve you,
but the truth is—
you didn’t deserve my patience,
or the quiet kindness I gave so freely.
Facts will always be facts.
I miss you.
I feel like I lost a game
I never knew I was playing.
I’m tired of running from these feelings.
You were too petty for my heart,
yet too beautiful to let go of.
I wonder every night
if you replaced me—
because that’s what boys do, isn’t it?
They replace.
I look in the mirror
and somehow you’re still there,
reflected in my own face.
Why haven’t you left?
You were kind.
You were golden.
I wanted to be your girlfriend—
not your secret admirer.
Three years of loving you
is too much
for this to end without scars.
I wasted three years loving a reflection,
when all I ever wanted
was the real you.
It’s 2026 now.
I want to forget you,
but you were every girl’s dream—
the golden boy,
too precious to erase.
You broke so many hearts,
so I wonder—
what does it feel like to be chosen by you?
To feel your arms around me,
to belong there?
How did you smell?
Maybe like candy.
Maybe like home.
You left without a goodbye,
without a reason,
without a word.
Maybe when we’re older,
the silence will finally learn how to speak.
I can’t deny it anymore—
I loved you too deeply
for this to never mean something.
