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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.
Copyright ©
Parth Zadey
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