I miss the girl I used to be
when I felt close to someone — really seen.
Helpful, needed, always there,
a quiet presence, full of care.

I miss feeling like I had a place,
like I was more than just a face.
Emotionally full, even when it burned —
loving, giving, never quite returned.

I want her back — but not the pain,
not the fight to feel enough again.
I want to be that girl once more,
but in a place I don’t have to fight for.

I miss the girl I used to be,
when your name lit up my phone.
The one who stayed up finishing notes,
but still felt quietly alone.

I wasn’t in love — not quite, not that —
but I cared in ways I couldn’t explain.
The laughs between lectures,
the silence after pain.

I smiled at her, the perfect one,
though I wished I didn’t have to try.
Played kind, played calm,
while jealousy burned behind my eye.

You promised things — and broke them too.
But maybe I broke things in return.
Possession, pride, unspoken fights,
lessons we were slow to learn.

Still, in the end, I helped you again —
a last project, a quiet goodbye.
No apology, no deep confession,
just eye contact we let slide by.

I don’t miss you the way I thought.
I miss the girl who felt like more —
The one who mattered in someone’s life,
the one I haven’t seen since before.

So if she’s still somewhere inside,
I want to bring her home to me.
But this time, softer — without the fear —
and finally, free to just be.

I’ve lived through so much since then.
Laughed louder,
cried softer,
learned how to be whole again.

But somehow,
you’re still the place I never left.

some part of my heart
refused to move.
It stayed behind,
right where you left it—
where we left us.

And no one since
has felt quite like home.
You’re not in my life,
but still,
you’re the only.

It was not just a person..
It was the feeling I had with that person
It was the moments I shared with that person
It was all the fights, laughs and joys we had It was not just a person
It was my happy days where I actually loved It was my spring season where my flowers bloomed and everything seemed so delightful
It was my whole life which I Left without realising its value
My precious memories are always with that one person
The person whom I will never ever forget.

I knew I shouldn’t love you,
but my heart never asked why.
It just raced
when you looked at me—
like it forgot the world was watching.

We never held hands
in daylight,
but your name
burns quietly
in every sunset.