I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted my thoughts to be consumed, my days to be clouded, and my nights to be restless because of you. But it happened.
It happened so quietly, so suddenly, that before I knew it, every page of my life had become a story about you.
You were just another face at first, another name in the background of my ordinary life. A stranger I was merely passing by. But then, like the subtle shift between seasons, something changed.
Your voice became the melody I longed to hear, your presence the comfort I sought. You slipped into my thoughts like a whisper, and suddenly, you were everywhere — as constant as gravity, as natural as breathing.
Every song became yours. Every moment felt incomplete without your shadow in it. It was as though my entire world had shifted its axis, and everything now revolved around the sun of your existence.
I found myself thinking of you in life’s most ordinary moments — while brushing my teeth, walking down familiar streets, or staring out windows at nothing in particular. Your name echoed in my mind like a heartbeat: steady, persistent, unrelenting.
I tried to fight it. I told myself it was just a phase, just another infatuation that would fade with time.
But…
The more I resisted, the stronger it became.
You became the story I couldn’t put down, the dream I didn’t want to wake from. I started writing about you, filling blank pages with thoughts I could never voice, with feelings I dared not share. Each word was a piece of you, carefully preserved between lines of text.
The hardest part was realizing that this wasn’t a shared story. These pages were mine alone, filled with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. I was writing a love story with no happy ending, just endless chapters of longing and silence. You were the main character in a narrative you didn’t even know existed.
Sometimes, I wonder if you ever think of me. If my name ever crosses your mind during quiet moments. Do you see me the way I see you? Have you ever felt even a flicker of what I feel? Or am I just a background character in your life, easily forgotten and replaced?
Suddenly, every page was all about you, and I hated it.
I hated how much power you held over me, how much space you occupied in my mind. I hated how my happiness had become dependent on a smile, a look, a single word from you.
I wanted to tear these pages out, to rewrite the story, to find my way back to who I was before you. But the truth is, I don’t know if I can. Because once someone becomes a part of your story, once they’re written into your heart, they become impossible to erase.
You were the unexpected plot twist that changed everything, the turning point I never saw coming. And now, no matter how hard I try, I can’t return to a time when you weren’t the center of my universe.
I am lost in a story I didn’t ask to be part of, trying to make sense of a love that will never be returned.
Suddenly, every page is all about you, and I don’t know how to stop writing.