You were miles away, but still so near,

In every text, in every call I’d hear.

We weren’t official, but damn it felt so real.

I let myself believe what you’d never feel.

You stayed up late, said all the RIGHT things,

Called me “baby”, talked about dreams.

I built a future from your late-night tone,

While you were just bored, or just alone.

I never touched you, never held your hand,

But somehow, I still had trouble trying to stand.

You weren’t mine—not really, not true—

But I gave you pieces I don’t give to just anyone new.

You acted like more, more than your part,

Like you _almost_ cared.

I clung to the silence when you weren’t there.

What hurt the most wasn’t when it fell through—

It’s knowing I was never anything to you.

No title. No closure. Just fading in pain.

Loving someone who never planned to stay.

Loving someone from a distance,

who never planned to meet me halfway…

**Never again.**