Darmiyaan
We talked. A lot actually. About everything, about nothing… like it actually meant something. And maybe it did. Just not enough to become real. He cared I won’t deny that. But I loved in ways I didn’t even realise I was capable of. I didn’t fall for him. I just… forgot how to stay away. Somewhere between late replies, unsaid things, and that one hug that felt a little too right I got attached to something that didn’t even have a name. And the worst part? I knew it. I knew what this was. I knew how it would end. but stupid me still stayed. Still chose him. Still hoped. This isn’t a love story. It’s about everything that exists.... Darmiyaan.




