In my heart, there are feelings I never said like messages left unread. Time slipped away, and now I stand with words unspoken, an unfinished story.

These feelings like forgotten notes, echo quietly in the background of our shared moments. But as days turned into nights, the chance to share them slipped away. Now, it feels like those words are ghosts of a past opportunity.

Life moves on, and I realize it's too late to say what I felt. The words that once hovered on my lips are now silent, resting in a place where they'll stay unsaid. It's a simple truth that life sometimes leaves stories incomplete, and these unspoken feelings become a part of that quiet tale.