I try not to call.
We’re not together anymore,
but some nights,
my heart forgets.
It still waits
for your name to light up my screen.
I let the silence hold me—
because calling
would mean admitting
I still care.

You close to me
But not as close as i want you to be

Before the love,
there was laughter in the dark,
two friends sharing a screen,
not knowing we were scripting
the beginning of us.

One week later,
you held my hand,
and just like that,
the credits of friendship faded
into a new film—
ours.

Time passed.
Scenes changed.
But the feeling lingered.

Then came Saturday—
back to the cinema,
as if retracing our steps
could rewrite the ending.

But by Wednesday,
the story closed.
No dramatic ******,
just quiet surrender.

We started and ended
between movie lights—
maybe love was the trailer,
and this heartbreak,
the full-length film.

But if fate dares a sequel,
if somehow, somewhere,
we find our way back—
Cinemax will know.
It will be the place where stories begin
and where ours should seal.

I feared the ache of heartbreak,
so I locked my heart tight,
but love is persistent,
it knocked until I gave in.

He chased me with patience,
waited through my silence,
and when I finally said yes,
he became mine.

But now he steps back,
not with anger,
just the quiet withdrawal
of someone unsure.

Was it fear that gripped him?
Or a laziness to fight for love?
Because if you ask me—
I still want him.

Not just the memory,
not just the comfort.
I want him,
a better him,
a willing him.

Maybe in another universe,
he stays.
Maybe there, he chooses me
again and again—
not out of need,
but because he can’t imagine
life otherwise.

And though I ache,
and though he may never look back—
I don’t want someone new.
I just want him.

I don’t know if I want him
or if I just miss the way it used to feel.
He says he can’t give me everything,
and maybe that’s the only thing real.

But my chest tightens in silence,
my heart cries in its own tongue,
Logic sits beside me calmly,
while emotion beats its drum.

I nod like I agree with him,
but still I check my phone.
Somewhere between what’s healthy
and not wanting to be alone.

So I sit with this confusion,
not ready to let it go.
Maybe love isn’t always answers,
sometimes it’s just letting it flow.

I held the silence in my chest,
But my heart still beats your name
Even as you step away,
My love for you remains.

If distance writes a quiet song,
I hope it hums of me and you.
I'm not done loving, not just yet,
I still believe in us too.

The first time you saw me,
your eyes lingered,
not just a glance,
but something softer, deeper.
For a moment,
I let myself believe
that maybe you felt it too.

I move through the world,
but when you're near,
it feels like I'm walking on glass,
like one wrong step
could shatter the silence between us.

I wonder if you notice
the way my breath stills,
the way my hands hesitate,
how I steal moments
just to look at you.

You don’t know,
and maybe you never will.
Because some love stays in the quiet,
burning softly,
never spoken,
never heard.

We were never meant to be,
but in another life,
maybe
just maybe
your eyes would have lingered
a little longer.