💔 I Never Lost You

This isn’t a perfect love story. It’s a story about someone who stayed even when the other left. A tale of one-sided holding on, quiet memories, and the beauty of never truly letting go.

🌧️ Chapter 1: When It All Felt New

It was the first week of monsoon.

Dhaka’s sky was grey, the roads were messy, and life felt routine. Until I saw her. Walking by the tea stall near college, books clutched tightly, hair messy, yet eyes focused like the world owed her nothing, and she still didn’t mind.

She didn’t smile at me. She didn’t even know I existed, But I did. And from that moment, she started living rent-free in a heart that had forgotten how to feel.

☕ Chapter 2: The Day She Noticed

Sometimes love doesn’t begin with “I like you.”

Sometimes it begins with:

You dropped this.

A pen. Just a pen.

But she smiled when I returned it.

Thanks, what’s your name again?

Fahim, I replied, trying not to sound breathless.

That’s all it took. A name. A smile. A moment.

And suddenly, the world around me became about her.

💬 Chapter 3: Texts at Midnight, Promises at Dawn

We started texting. Random stuff. Assignments. Music. Movies. Craving noodles at 2 AM. Some nights, she told me things no one else knew.

Sometimes I cry for no reason.

I don’t like birthdays.

Do you think love ever lasts?

I didn’t have answers. But I promised her this:

If everyone else gives up on you, I won’t.

And she replied:

Let’s see. I thought it was just a joke. I didn’t know life would take her words seriously.

🕰️ Chapter 4: The Love We Never Named

We weren’t dating. We weren’t in a relationship.

But I knew I loved her. God, I knew. The way she’d hide her sadness behind filters.

The way she’d pretend she was okay, even when her voice cracked. Once, she told me about her ex. He cheated. Broke her. Made her question her worth. I wanted to punch him. But I held her hand instead. You’re more than what he made you believe. Then make me believe something else, she whispered.

So I did. Every day. Until…

💔 Chapter 5: The Fall

She changed. It started slow.

Fewer texts. Short replies.

Less I miss you.” More I’m more busy.

I blamed her studies. Her stress. Anything but the truth.

Then one night, she messaged:

Fahim I need space. That phrase.

So simple. So final.

Are you leaving, I typed.

No, she lied.

She didn’t block me. Didn’t ghost me.

She just faded.

Like a song slowly lowering its volume — until you forget how loud it used to be.

🌌 Chapter 6: The Silence That Screamed

Days passed. I kept messaging. Hey. Hope you’re okay. Miss you. No replies. And one night, I opened her profile. She had posted a new photo with another guy. Different city.

Different smile. And I finally understood. She didn’t need space. She needed distance.

🕊️ Chapter 7: Healing Without Closure

People say move on.

But how do you move from someone who lives in your every memory? I stopped writing poems.

Stopped listening to her songs. Stopped going to places where we made memories. But nothing helped. Because no matter how far she went, I still looked for her in the sky, in songs, in strangers smiles . And that’s when I realized

I wasn’t healing. I was pretending to forget someone I still loved with every breath.

✉️ Chapter 8: The Letter I Burned

Dear you,

I never expected you to stay. But I hoped you'd at least say goodbye properly. Do you remember the promises we made when the power went out and we were just two souls talking under candlelight? I do. Every night.

You said you’d never leave unless I asked.

I never did. I still wear the bracelet you tied on my wrist. I still order your favorite coffee — just to smell it. I still talk to your photo like it’ll reply someday.

But I didn’t send the letter

I burned it, Because I knew, She had already burned me long ago.

🖤 Chapter 9: If You’re Reading This…

I hope you’re happy.

I hope the guy who holds your hand now never makes you cry. I hope you found peace.

Even if it wasn’t in me. But if you ever sit by a window on a rainy night, and suddenly think of someone who used to make you laugh without trying, Know that it’s me.

Still here. Still smiling through tears. Still loving you in silence.

Epilogue: For the One I Never Lost

Some people say it’s stupid — loving someone who’s gone. But to me, love was never about having. It was about feeling, even when it hurts.

She was never mine. But I was always hers — quietly, completely, endlessly. And even now, when the nights get lonely, I whisper into the wind I never lost you. You just stopped looking back.

Epilogue: For the One I Never Lost

Some people say it’s stupid — loving someone who’s gone.

But to me, love was never about having.

It was about feeling, even when it hurts.

She was never mine.

But I was always hers quietly, completely, endlessly

And even now, when the nights get lonely,

I whisper into the wind

I never lost you.

You just stopped looking back.