We said this was only for fun.
Just a passing spark,
A fleeting thrill
To keep the lonely nights alive.
But somewhere between
The late-night conversations
And the way your name lingered
Long after the screen went dark,
Something changed.
Some days I wonder
If we were better off as friends.
Yet it was your words,
The ones you probably don't remember,
That stayed behind
And made me miss you
More than I should.
Though there's nothing left
For either of us to do about it now.
This is the red string,
Our red string.
One thread pulled loose,
One choice made differently,
And perhaps we'd be standing
In another version of the world.
You here.
Me there.
Hands intertwined,
Watching our unfinished dreams
Unfold into something real.
What if we had chosen differently?
What if we hadn't been afraid?
I tell myself
I've done all I could.
Still,
I keep building bridges
Across rivers I've already crossed.
And some days,
I hate your silence.
I hate how it echoes
Long after you've gone.
But if you were only meant
To be a lesson,
Then maybe
I'm finally learning.
I thought clarity would save me.
Instead,
I found myself trapped
Inside your memory
All over again.
Funny, isn't it?
We're worlds apart.
Yet you still visit me
In my dreams.
You reach for my hand
And tell me not to let go.
And for a moment,
I believe you.
I let the feeling sink deeper,
Beneath skin,
Beneath reason.
My hands grow tired
From holding on to nothing,
But my heart—
My heart wants what it wants.
And somehow,
After all this time,
It still wants you.
The one I thought
I could leave behind so easily.
Three years.
Three years of seasons changing,
Cities moving,
Lives unfolding.
And still,
I find myself asking questions
No one can answer.
Do you ever miss me?
Do I ever cross your mind
When the night grows quiet?
Was I ever
As important to you
As you were to me?
Sometimes I wish
You were my red string.
The invisible thread
Tied around our souls,
Stretching across oceans,
Across years,
Across all the distance
We've placed between us.
My faraway love.
My unfinished story.
No matter how lost
This road has become,
A part of me still hopes
That somewhere beyond the horizon,
We'll meet again
And paint a brand-new sky together.
Endless.
Limitless.
As endless
As the love I've carried for you
In the quiet corners
Of my heart.
May, 31st 2026
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