the words I kept

𝓠𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕­𝒖𝒏𝒐

You never stayed long enough

to see who I could be

when loved gently.

We were always almost.

Always just a breath away

from something real.

You held the door

but never walked through it.

I stood there—open, waiting—

with a thousand silent yeses

burning on my tongue.

Now I trace the shape

of something we never made,

a ghost with your name

and my heart still wrapped around it.

You left no goodbye,

only the ache

of what we might have become

if you had given us a chance.

- 𝓛𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓮

Author's Note

This one was hard to write—because it wasn't just about a person. It was about all the quiet heartbreaks that never had names. The maybes that never became more. The soft hopes I whispered to myself while waiting for someone to choose me fully. "Left on Read by Fate" is my way of letting go... of what never even began but still managed to hurt as it ended.