And in the silence of my heart, I finally understood that some love stories are meant to be cherished, not possessed.
I let go not because I wanted to, but because I finally realised that love is not about holding on but knowing when to let go.
So, I had closed the book on us, knowing that some stories are never meant to have a happy ending.
And as the pages turn, I knew that my love for you will forever remain unwritten.
In the end it was not the love that hurts, but the dream of what we could never be.