The Guy I Could Never Have

Some people arrive quietly.
No fireworks. No background music.
Just a look. A name. A violet shirt in a white room.

You don't realize it's the start.
Not until you're too far in.

I didn't fall for him the way stories say you should.
There was no moment of knowing.
Just a slow ache that built between library tables and half-finished coffee cups.
The kind of love that feels like a question no one teaches you how to ask.

We were never official. Never obvious.
We were playlists. Eye contact. A sentence that almost sounded like confession-until it didn't.

And somewhere in that space between almost and never, I became someone I didn't recognize.
Someone quieter. Smaller.
And then... someone who walked away.

This is not a story about the guy I ended up with.

This is about the one I couldn't have.
The one who arrived too late.
The one who taught me that not all love stories need a happy ending-
Some just need a girl who finally chooses herself.

And this time,
I did.