Right person. Wrong timing.

Maybe losing you wasn’t an accident… maybe it was written long before we ever found each other. Like fate let us meet... just not long enough to stay. Maybe we were never meant to last, just meant to happen. A fleeting kind of love... the kind that teaches you everything and then leaves you with nothing. We were written in pencil, not ink… easy to erase, but impossible to forget. And even now, I still feel the outline of you in every quiet moment of my life. We loved like we had forever... but stayed like we were temporary. And that’s the cruelest truth, isn’t it? Being given the right person… at a time that makes them completely wrong. I held on until my hands were empty. I fought until there was nothing left to fight for. But timing… timing doesn’t care how deeply you love someone. It slips. It breaks. And it leaves you behind. And God, it hurts… knowing I had you... and still lost you. So maybe in this life, we were just a “what if.” A story that almost made it… but didn’t. But if there’s another lifetime... I won’t wish for anything else. Just you. At the right time. In a world where we don’t have to let go.