A real story My story (uncompleted)

We started off as enemies - always arguing, teasing each other, and acting like we didn't care. But somewhere along the way, the anger turned into comfort, and the silence between us started meaning more than words ever could. He liked me long before I was ready to admit my own feelings. I kept pushing things aside, thinking there would always be more time, more chances, another moment to finally say something. But while I was still trying to understand my heart, life quietly moved on for him. Years later, I realized that what we had was never one-sided - it was simply a love story ruined by timing. And sometimes, I still think the saddest part isn't that we never happened, but that we could have.