Stuck in a Cycle of Almost.

They always found their way back to each other, but never quite right. Like an incomplete circle, their closeness felt almost perfect but remained fractured. She'd smile at the sight of him as if time stood still. He'd look back—familiar yet distant—as invisible walls kept them apart.

Isn't it strange how you can be so close to someone and still feel like a stranger?

She wondered, Did he ever truly see me? Did he remember their shared laughter, how perfectly they once fit together? Or had those memories faded like morning mist? Now he had chosen another—the one who wasn't her. Perhaps this was their destiny all along.

How did he get so far away from me?

Their love had always found its way home, but the spark had dimmed to ash. Could love be so fragile, so fleeting? Perhaps it was never meant to endure, just a beautiful illusion for passing eyes. Would this be her fate—loving him silently from afar while he built his life with someone else?

For her, the pain lingered in the hollow spaces where their hearts once beat as one—like puzzle pieces worn at the edges, no longer fitting together.

With love,

Sydney.