Did it even begin?

A poignant reflection on unspoken love, lingering regret, and the bittersweet beauty of what could have been.

Is this how it all comes to an end?  
Or did it never truly begin?  

I'm hesitant to let myself feel anything for anyone again,  
For past experiences have left me scarred. 

Some relationships never had a clear start,  
While others met their end before they could even begin.  

But I had hoped ours would be different,  
Whatever it may be, this thing between us�"  
I'm still not sure if it's real.  

But it made me feel special and different.  

Am I not worthy of reciprocity?  
Or have I missed a step along the way?  

Is the burden solely mine for not taking a leap?  
Or am I chasing shadows of something that never was?  

Truth be told, I harbor feelings for you,  
Believing there was a mutual spark.  

The way you gaze into my eyes,  
The silent conversations they share�"  

Was it all a figment of my imagination?  
Should I cling to the hardly hanging thread of hope,  
Knowing it might snap with time's passage?  

If this is indeed the end,  
I fear I may never love another as deeply.  

Is this how it is going to end?

even before it ever began.

I don't believe in love at first sight anymore,

or even in the mere word called love.

You moved on very quickly as if I was just a pass by cloud

and here I am, still daydreaming about how things could have ended,

if only I pushed myself to do what I hoped I did.

I know I should not be writing this ,

as it only brings back the moments that I've been trying to bury deep inside,

But the love or whatever it is that I had for you was so beautiful

that just thinking about it makes me smile without realizing. 

But this beautiful poem has to be recited,
If so, the mere thought is unbearable.