What we could have been ?

 "𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀? 

𝗜𝗳 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀, 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲."

We give the wrong people, the best version of ourselves. In this story, I gave mine to the girl who briefly painted my world with her presence, a chapter forever cherished.

Those were the days of sunlit smiles and carefree skies. I remember the way her eyes held galaxies of wonder as we strolled through the park, leaves crunching beneath our feet. And that rainy afternoon under a flimsy umbrella, our shared laughs - conversations that grew into something different.

There was a quiet magic in our late-night talks, trading secrets beneath the streetlights. 

The world seemed to pause, just for us, as we whispered our tales.

A fleeting love, but a love nonetheless, like a fading sunset, the hues of our memories blending into the horizon. Etched like constellations in my heart. Now I don't regret giving her all my love, just wished she would have appreciated it more.

By the time I finished writing, I realised she isn't by my side, like she promised to.

This was not a love story,

For what it was worth, this was a story about love.

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@DebnathDas