Always Mine

 

A smile that carried both pain and peace

Always Mine

- A love that was never his, yet always his

 A short love story that never belonged, yet never left.

He never knew when it began. Maybe it was the first time she laughed at something no one else noticed. Or the day she brushed her hair back that careless way, making the ordinary feel like poetry.

Whatever it was, she became a quiet rhythm in his days. She wasn’t his. She wasn’t even meant to be. And yet, somehow, she felt more than anyone else ever had.

She knew it too. Sometimes she avoided his gaze. Sometimes she changed the topic when silence grew heavy. Still, she never let him go completely. She allowed him to walk beside her, to carry fragments of her life, like someone trusted to hold a candle, but never the flame.

One dusky evening, as the sky folded into shades of purple, they walked home together. Their footsteps echoed softly on the empty road. She spoke first.

“You know I can’t be yours.”

He stopped and looked at her, a smile that carried pain and peace curling on his lips.

“I know,” he whispered, “but you’ll always feel like mine.”

For a moment, she looked at him, and he murmured, almost to himself:

“Tu mera koyi na hoke bhi kuchh laage.”

Not mine, never mine, yet everything.

She didn’t reply. She only lowered her eyes, hiding a storm he would never be invited to calm.

They reached the crossroads, the place where their paths always split. She walked left, he walked right.

Years later, he still feels her presence in quiet corners of his mind. She was never his, yet she remains his in ways the world cannot measure, in ways the heart alone understands.

And still, in some secret soul language, she is always his.

 Love isn’t always about possession; it’s about the echoes that remain.

 

Some bonds aren’t about having, they’re about belonging in silence.