Only Mine Never Hers.

We were friends with the only difference that she loved THE FRIEND and I LOVED the friend. Whenever she forgot. I remembered. Whenever she let go. I held on. This love this ache- only mine. The chance she lost- never hers. And as much as it hurts to settle for just being friends there’s comfort in having them at all. Even if it’s less. Even if it’s never enough. Because the hardest love to carry… is the one that never had a chance to begin. This story Only Mine Never Hers is a poignant exploration of friendship longing and the quiet power of holding on when no one else does.