If Loving You Was the Story

If loving you was all I was ever meant to do, then I’m glad I did it with everything I had. No, we didn’t last. But for a while, didn’t we feel infinite? You smiled— and the world softened. I spoke your name— and it sounded like home. Even now, some part of me still believes we met for a reason bigger than goodbye. I wanted forever, you only stayed for a chapter— but oh, what a beautiful page we were. You were never mine to keep, and yet, I carry you in every quiet song, in sunsets, in soft rains, in the way I still look for your shadow in the crowd. And maybe this— this aching sweetness, this almost-love— is enough. Because not all love stories are meant to stay. Some just come to teach us how deeply we can feel. So no— I won’t call it a tragedy. You were a poem my heart got to read once. And even if it ends there, I’m grateful you were ever written at all.