“We Never Said Goodbye”
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1. The Beginning That Didn’t Begin
You were never really “together.”
Not officially. Not in the way people expect love to look.
But it was something.
You texted every night. Talked about nothing. Shared playlists. Laughed at the same jokes. You told him about the way your mom always overcooked pasta. He told you he hated his birthday but loved the stars.
And when you were sad, he showed up. No questions.
You never called it love.
But it felt like it.
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2. The Moments That Felt Like More
He remembered the little things.
Your coffee order. The way you bit your lip when you were anxious. That you hated loud noises and pretended to be okay even when you weren’t.
And you remembered the way he always sat on the left side of the couch. How he’d hum when he didn’t know what to say. How he’d send voice notes at 3 a.m. that said, “I don’t know why I thought of you, but I did.”
No one said it out loud.
But it was there.
In the way you looked at each other.
In the way you kept choosing each other.
Until one day… you didn’t.
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3. The Slow Disappearance
It wasn’t dramatic.
No screaming. No betrayal.
Just… silence.
He stopped texting first.
You took longer to reply.
The calls faded. The comfort turned into awkwardness.
You told yourself it was just life.
Busy. Grown up. Distracted.
But the truth was, neither of you knew how to ask:
> “Are we still us?”
So you didn’t ask.
You let the silence win.
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4. The Almost Goodbye
You saw him once, months later.
In a bookstore.
He looked the same. But older somehow. Sadder, maybe.
He looked up. And saw you.
You both froze.
Smiled.
He said, “Hey.”
You said, “Hey.”
And that was it.
You didn’t ask how he was.
He didn’t ask if you were still writing poems.
Because you both knew:
This wasn’t a new beginning.
It was the last chapter no one wrote.
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5. The What-Ifs
Some nights, you still think about him.
When a song plays.
When the sky looks the way it did that night you sat on his roof and talked about forever.
You wonder:
> Would it have worked if you had said something?
> Did he love you back?
> Did he wait for you to fight for it?
You’ll never know.
Because no one said goodbye.
And maybe… that’s the part that hurts the most.
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The End.
“We weren’t a love story. But we were a story. And I still read it sometimes, quietly, in the dark.”
