A Love That Could Have Been
I think of you on quiet nights,
in the spaces where "what if" still lingers.
Not as a regret,
but as a love that was never given enough time
to grow into what it could have been.
Maybe we were meant to meet,
but not meant to last.
Maybe we were only ever supposed
to be a reminder
of how powerful love can be,
even when it is unfinished.
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