Before I Fell in Love With You – An Unfinished Tale

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 📖 Title: “Before I Fell in Love With You – An Unfinished Tale”


> Before I fell in love with you, I never believed that eyes could speak louder than words. But the moment you entered my life, everything changed. The sky became softer, nights became longer, and poetry started making sense…





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I was just an ordinary boy from Lahore – college by day, part-time job in the evening, and poetry late into the night. I used to post my poems in a Facebook group. One night, I received a comment that felt like someone had read through my soul.


> "If your words carry this much pain, I wonder how broken your heart must be..."




That was Sana.


She wasn’t wearing makeup, she wasn’t posing for attention. Her profile picture showed a simple girl in a white dupatta, with eyes full of unspoken sadness. The kind of sadness that only another lonely heart could recognize.


We started talking — first a thank you, then a casual good morning, and soon, we were messaging till 3 AM every night.


> She once said: "Awais, your words feel like a place I can hide in..."




I never told her, but every time she messaged me, my heart smiled quietly.



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But one night changed everything.


She wrote:


> "I need to tell you something... my engagement has been fixed. My family chose someone for me."




That moment felt like a storm had passed through my chest. I read her message again and again, hoping I misunderstood it.


I replied:


> "If you're walking away, at least leave your voice behind. I need something to survive with..."





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We stopped talking like we used to.


Her profile photo changed to a bride-to-be. Her replies became shorter. I stayed up nights reading our old chats like a broken novel with no ending.


But 3 days after her wedding, I received one last message from her:


> "Forgive me, Awais… I loved you, but I didn’t have the courage to say it. You were in every silent prayer I made..."




My fingers froze. My eyes burned.


I replied:


> "You were my unfinished love… but my love for you was never incomplete."





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💔 Before I Fell in Love With You


She left… but every poem I write still belongs to her.



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