Echoes of Almost

We met where timing goes to die — the right hearts, the wrong lifetime. You looked at me, and for a second, I swore the universe stopped holding its breath. But love, it’s cruel like that. It gives you everything you dream of, then takes it back before you can hold it. The right words caught in my throat, the right touch lost to hesitation. If I could’ve stayed one heartbeat longer, maybe you’d still call my name like a promise. But now we’re ghosts in each other’s stories, living in echoes of what almost was. The right love came too soon, and I — I was too late. And somewhere between the could-have-beens, I left behind a thousand things I’ll never say.