Did you know?
Could you tell?
That I looked for you in everyone else?
I even helped him with the chord progression for this song—I don’t know why this is hitting different now.
Maybe because he only hummed the song then.
Maybe because I’m standing still for once.
Maybe because there’s nowhere left to hide.
Probably because, for the first time, I’m letting myself actuallyhearhim.
You were the song I never finished,
the note that lingered in my chest.
My throat tightens.
Because shit—that’s exactly what he was to me too.
A song with no ending.
A half-written melody I’ve been singing for years, pretending I didn’t know the words.
But I did.
I always did.
Did you know?
Did you see?
That every almost
still led me back to you and me?
A shiver races down my spine.
Because yes.
I knew.Deep down.
Even when I didn’t want to.
Even when I tried to convince myself I was over it.Over him.
Every almost-love, every half-hearted relationship, every guy who made me laugh but never quite felt like home—it was always there.It’s why no one else ever felt right.
There was always a weight in my chest I refused to acknowledge.
A ghost in the background.
A lyric I never stopped hearing.
“Okay, Anna,” Lily’s voice cuts through the noise, low and urgent.“Get ready.”