Between jokes, between laughter,  
There are words we never said.  
Questions we never answered,  
Answers we never looked for.  

I once thought I was a choice,  
I once thought I was a chance.  
But now, I see it clearly,
I was just a page in your short story.  

Between the promises you made and the words you never said again,  
That’s where I stayed, in the space of “maybe” and “what if,”  
Between the hope I held on to and the truth that was always there.  

I once thought I was part of your plans,  
A promise you wanted to keep.  
But now, I understand,
I was just the one who added color to a story you wrote.  

I came with dreams in my hands,  
But I left without a single promise kept.  
I was just a page in one chapter,  
A story you ended before it could fade away.  

I tried to look back at the moments,  
Hoping I missed a sign.  
Maybe between the laughter and teasing,  
I was the only one who fell, while you just watched.  

I let myself drown in my own feelings,  
Hoping they meant something to you.  
But in the end, I learned to accept,
Not all stories have a happy ending.  

There’s no more spark in our words,  
No more warmth in our eyes.  
What I thought was growing  
Was just a small flame,  
Blown out by the cold wind.