Hey readers ,
If you’re reading this, it probably means you’ve reached the last page of When Forever Ends.
And honestly, I don’t even know where to begin.
Writing this story wasn’t easy. It wasn’t fiction. It wasn’t imagination.
It was my life — my memories, my love, my mistakes… all laid bare between the lines.
When people ask me if she was real — yes, she was.
Every smile, every silence, every unanswered text, every evening we spent sitting in quiet understanding — all of it happened. And maybe that’s what made writing it both healing and painful.
But here’s the thing I want to admit today —
The reason it didn’t work out… wasn’t her. It was probably me.
I’ve replayed those moments in my head so many times, trying to find a single reason why it slipped away, and maybe… I was just not enough back then.
Not strong enough to hold on, not wise enough to understand, not brave enough to speak when silence was killing us both.
Still, I don’t regret it.
Because she was real.
Because we were real.
And sometimes that’s enough — to have felt something so pure once in your lifetime that even when it ends, it still lives inside you.
I still seek closure.
Not from her — but from myself.
From the part of me that still wonders what could’ve been if I’d said one more word, or stayed one more day, or fought a little harder.
But maybe some stories aren’t meant to be finished. Maybe they’re just meant to be remembered.
So if you’ve ever loved someone deeply, and it didn’t last —
don’t call it a failure.
Sometimes, it’s the love that teaches you who you are, even when it breaks you.
And if you’ve ever walked away still wishing them well, then congratulations — you’ve loved truly.
This book isn’t a goodbye.
It’s just me learning to live with a kind of love that doesn’t end…
it just changes form.
To everyone who saw themselves in these pages —
thank you for holding my story so gently.
You’re the reason I could finally let it go.
With all my heart,
— Himangshu Sivam
