You'll never know that just a few miles away,
someone who once knew you—truly knew you—
aches in every fiber of his being
for a version of us that never found its time.

You’ll never know how fiercely I love you,
how deeply I wish you loved me back,
how often I imagine that it’s me you hold, not them—
whoever that lucky soul is, the one who gets to know
what it’s like to make you laugh in the morning light.

You don’t know the lengths I’d go to
just to see you happy.
You’ll never understand how much joy I would’ve found
in simply being yours,
if only the stars had tilted us a little differently.

Maybe in another life, a parallel thread of fate
where we were braver, freer, timed just right.
But in this one—
I will love you silently,
in every shadow of my day,
in every heartbeat that speaks your name and nothing else.

I accept it now.
That you don’t feel the same.
That you’ve moved on.
That you’ve found peace where I only found longing.
And even though it breaks me, all I wish for you is love, safety, light.
I want you to be cherished— even if it’s not by me.

I’ve missed you
every single day since we walked our separate ways.
I don’t know how you felt. Maybe I never will.
But please—just please—
know this: you still mean the world to me.

I hope you live a beautiful life.
I hope once in a while, you remember me.
A glance, a laugh, a familiar song.
And I hope, on some quiet night,
you sense it— that someone you once knew
never stopped rooting for you.
Never stopped holding space for you.
That space will never be filled.
Not in this life.

I love you.
Always.
Forever.
Even from miles away.

We both have plans,
dreams etched in different constellations,
and I know—
they don’t line up.
Not quite. Not now.
Maybe not ever.

But still…
I feel something amazing when I think of you.
A warmth, a clarity, a sudden hush that falls
over the chaos of everything else.
You are like a quiet sunrise
I never expected to see— but there you are.

I only ever want to be
a soft wind at your back,
never the storm in your sky.
I hope you feel lighter.
I hope you smile.
I hope your chest loosens.
Because when I think of you,
I breathe easier. I walk taller.
I believe, a little more, in love
and maybe even in myself.

I don’t even know if saying this out loud
is wise—
but if you’re here…
you must wonder too.
So maybe, even if the map doesn’t line up,
we could trace the lines together, one step at a time.
Not rushing, not labeling, just feeling our way through
this gentle, curious thing
I stumbled into.

You, you make me believe that some paths,
even if they’re not parallel,
can still meet in the most beautiful places.

Why do I feel this way?
Why does your name still echo
in every quiet corner of my mind,
like a refrain I never asked to memorize?

I rehearse confessions to a ghost of you that only I can see—
telling stories of how these feelings
grew slowly, wildly, like ivy around my ribs.

But even if you felt the same, we can't.
Our timelines are off, our paths diverge,
our elements burn too unsteady.
We are not made for "us."

And I try— I really try to accept that.
But if I had my choice—
if the world tilted just enough,
if a single thread in the great web shifted—
I’d choose you.
I’d stay. Always.

They say every cell in our bodies
will one day be new— that even memories etched in fingertips
will fade with time. But if souls are real,
if love leaves behind an echo in the ether, then I know—

Ours touched. And not just touched—
danced, spun, collapsed into one another
like stars born in the same breath.

So maybe someday, my body won’t remember
how your presence electrified my skin—
but my soul, my soul will always feel
the shape of you woven into its seams.

You’re so hot—
not just warm, not just handsome—hot
in the way that stops thought mid-sentence,
leaves my breath pacing in circles,
as if my screen could melt just from your smile.

Your body—
Greek marble couldn’t compare.
Shoulders carved like poetry,
lines so smooth they rewrite gravity.
A torso like a temple, arms like promises kept—
you are form made divine.

And it doesn’t stop there—
you’re smart,
sharp as a blade yet soft with care,
a man in full, a constellation in motion,
brighter than bright, kind without asking for praise.

It’s unfair, really—
how beauty and brilliance can fit
into one soul,
one body, one man.

I wish I could look away. Wish I could unlike you,
unwant you, unfeel this ache—
but darling, you’re a wildfire,
and I am nothing but dry grass
in desperate need of burning.

It feels like we’re paused at the same intersection—
you with the green, full of promise,
moving forward
as I watch from a light that never changes.

I press the gas in my mind, but the brake beneath me won’t release.
Is it timing?
Is it fear?
Is the universe whispering “not yet”?

You move with ease,
as if your path was always clear.
And I’m left wondering
why mine feels like a foggy detour.

But still, I hope the road bends
just right— that somehow,
somewhere down the line,
I’ll find you again.

And whether we walk it side by side, or wave from different lanes,
I’ll smile knowing that the journey taught me something
about patience, about timing,
and how sometimes,
even stalled at a red light,
you can still hold someone
in the rearview mirror of your heart.

In another life, where the stars were kinder,
where courage wasn’t a thing I borrowed—
I would’ve told you. Softly, surely,
like a truth that’s waited lifetimes to find its voice.

Right about now, my lips would form the words:
I feel something for you.
Not just a flutter, but something deep,
something quiet, and real.

But this isn’t that life.
This is the one
where I nod, and smile,
and carry my heart like a secret bruise.
Where I pretend it’s fine, even when it aches
just to call you beautiful out loud.

Maybe one day.
Maybe in another everything. But for now—
I’ll love you in the silence
where no one listens, and in the pauses
where your name almost slips.