I wanted to write us down,
Not to change what was,
But to keep it somewhere safe,
Between the lines of my heart.

You asked me not to.
And I said I wouldn’t.
Because love, even in its silence,
Deserves to honor your wish.

But it stings, you know?
First, when my heart reached out,
And yours stayed still.
Now, when my words want to wander,
And I can’t let them go.

I wonder—
Do unwritten stories fade?
Or do they stay alive in shadows,
Quietly filling the spaces
Between everything I cannot say?

I’ll hold it, though,
This chapter that never was.
Not on paper, not in ink,
But somewhere deeper,
Where only I can feel it.