U N F I N I S H E D
Echoes of a Heart
I don't remember the exact day.
I don't remember
what we talked about.
I don’t remember
who smiled first.
But...
I remember
how it felt.
The Beginning
It started
like every other day.
Nothing special happened.
We met.
We talked.
Then we went home.
If someone had asked me,
“Will you remember this day?”
I would have said,
“No.”
Because...
it felt
like every other day.
Funny...
Those are the days
I remember the most.
Getting Used To You
We didn’t become close
in one day.
It happened slowly.
One conversation.
Then another.
One laugh.
Then another.
Sometimes
we had nothing important
to say.
Yet somehow...
those became
the longest conversations.
One day,
without realizing it,
I started waiting...
not for a message.
Not for a call.
Just...
one more conversation.
Five More Minutes
Looking back...
I don’t remember
the important conversations.
I remember
walking
a little slower.
Waiting
a little longer.
Finding
one more reason
not to leave yet.
Sometimes...
we stole
five more minutes
from an ordinary day.
Back then,
it felt normal.
Today...
I would give anything
for those
five more minutes.
Quiet Days
Then...
life became busy.
Days passed.
Replies became shorter.
Conversations became fewer.
Nothing bad happened.
Nobody was angry.
Nobody said goodbye.
But silence...
has a strange way
of changing
everything.
I kept thinking...
maybe tomorrow
we’d have
one more conversation.
UNFINISHED
Maybe...
not every story
needs an ending.
Maybe...
some stories
are meant
to stay unfinished.
...
The moments
I thought
were ordinary...
became the ones
I never forgot.
...
And if I could
ask life
for one thing...
it wouldn’t be
another chance.
It would simply be...
five more minutes.
...
If someone
came to your mind
while reading this...
maybe
this story
was yours too.
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