Maybe, In Another Life

"There is me. There is you. But there was never an us-just a fleeting illusion I held onto for too long."

"You didn't just lose me that day; I lost myself. And the worst part? I'm still searching for the pieces you left behind."

"I gave you my best-if not my best, then everything I had left in me. But now? I think I just expected too much from someone who never intended to stay."

She had always been an introvert, but she never let anyone see. She laughed, talked, and blended in, masking the solitude she found comfort in. She acted like nothing mattered, as if the world could crumble and she'd still stand unbothered. But deep down? All she did was care-too much, too deeply, too recklessly.

He was her first love, the kind that made her believe in forever. And he was also her last heartbreak-the one that shattered her just enough to never let anyone in again.

And after that, love became nothing more than a beautifully crafted lie-one she refused to believe in again. She built walls, covered herself in masks so intricate that no one could peel them away. She became a mystery, a puzzle no one dared to solve.

But deep down, beneath all the layers of indifference and guarded silence, she still held onto a fragile hope-that one day, someone would come along and love her for who she truly was, not for the pieces she pretended to be.