Some stories are never meant to have an ending.
Not because they are incomplete, but because they quietly become a part of who we are.
There are dreams that visit us in broad daylight and in the silence of the night. Dreams where two people simply exist together—sharing conversations, listening to each other, helping without being asked, caring about the smallest things. It was never always about romance. Sometimes, love simply looks like remembering the little things. Sometimes, it's standing from afar, watching someone smile, and somehow feeling that the day has become a little brighter.
Expressing your feelings is perhaps the easiest part.
Hearing "no" is not the hardest part either.
Both are part of life.
What takes time is learning how to carry those feelings without expecting them to disappear overnight.
Time moves on.
People move on.
Life changes.
One day you realize you don't even know where that person is anymore. No conversations. No unexpected meetings. No traces to follow. Just memories that quietly remain where they have always belonged.
Yet, every year, there comes a day that reminds us of certain people.
Not because we are waiting for them.
Not because we expect anything in return.
Simply because some memories refuse to leave quietly.
Loving, honestly, is an art.
Maybe we first learn it by watching our parents care for each other without making a show of it. We see it in families that stand together during difficult times. We grow up understanding that love is less about grand gestures and more about showing up.
Then, somewhere along the journey, another person enters our life.
Not because they complete us, but because they make us feel understood.
Someone we wish to open our heart to.
Someone for whom we'd gladly become a horegallu—a resting stone that silently carries another traveler's burden before they continue their journey.
Perhaps that's why one-sided love feels different.
Not because it hurts more.
But because it teaches more.
Even when we know we are not the lucky ones to walk beside them, their presence still matters. We become loyal without asking for promises. We learn respect without expecting recognition. We celebrate their happiness, even when it unfolds far away from our own story.
And somehow...
Whenever the distance between two people became small, words disappeared.
Even rocks melt.
Not from weakness, but because some emotions come from places where language cannot reach.
People often ask whether one-sided love is worth it.
Maybe that's the wrong question.
Perhaps its purpose was never to become a relationship.
Perhaps its purpose was simply to teach us how deeply a heart can care without demanding anything in return.
These memories don't leave.
They settle quietly within us, becoming gentle reminders that some chapters are meant to shape us rather than stay with us forever.
And maybe that's enough.
Because forgetting someone who once changed the way you looked at the world is never easy.
Some stories are never meant to be finished.
They simply become part of the person who keeps writing.
And somewhere in the calendar, there will always be a day that reminds us of the brightest stars we once admired from afar.