A love which doesn't belong to me
He used to throw paper balls at me from the last bench,
not to hurt me —
just to get my attention.
And I never said a word…
not because I was silent,
His friends teased me with his name,
but because I loved that he noticed me.
like my heart wasn’t already shouting it.
They used to say,
“She sits here just to look at you.”
And he once laughed and said —
“She looks at the last bench only to see me."
He was right.
My eyes weren’t searching the board,
they were searching him.
Every. Single. Day.
It was a love so deep
that even my silence had a heartbeat,
even the air around him felt like poetry.
Then one day,
I found out he was in a relationship…
with another girl.
And strangely,
I didn’t break —
I smiled through the cracks.
Not because it didn’t hurt,
but because I loved seeing him happy more than I loved being loved back.
Call me mad, foolish, dramatic —
I don’t mind.
Because love for me wasn’t possession,
it was wishing his laughter never fades.
He was my incomplete dream,
but someone else’s complete universe.
And I whispered to myself —
“Mera adhura khawab tha wo,
par kisi ka pura khawab ban gaya hai.
Magar meri yaadon me humesha tera zikr rahega,
bhale tu mera rahe ya na rahe…”
You may not be mine,
but you will always be a chapter my heart refuses to delete.
Read it once.
Feel it if you’ve ever loved without being loved back.
Some love stories are not meant to be complete,
