We were best friends once. He was my calm in the chaos, my favorite person, my almost. But I loved him silently - and watched him fall for someone else loudly. Years later, I learned how to heal everyone except myself. They call me but when I saw him again, in the same hospital corridors, I realized some wounds don't belong to medicine. We speak politely. We smile faintly. And the air between us hums with all the things we never said. Because sometimes love doesn't die- it just grows up, wears a white coat, and pretends it's fine. And when fate brings it back, it asks the hardest question of all - Do you still love the person who once broke you? ────୨ৎ──── पूछूँ तेरे बारे चढ़ते दिन से, शाम से भी ना है चैन तेरी याद से भी, नाम से भी "ऐसा क्यूँ हुआ है?" ये पता है, जानते हैं तुझ से भी मोहब्बत, है मोहब्बत काम से भी यूँ ही नज़दीकियों में रही ये दूरियाँ ये दूरियाँ, ये दूरियाँ, ये दूरियाँ, ओ, ये दूरियाँ 💔🥀