Some relationships don't walk into our lives.
They pass by,
like a breeze that carries the smell of first rain,
or a song that only plays when the city sleeps.
You don't hold them.
You remember them.
Softly.
Sometimes at 2 a.m.
Sometimes when your tea turns cold while talking to the sky.
These are stories of those almost
Of people who were never quite ours — but never truly left.
And if, while reading this, you remember someone...
then perhaps, this book found the right hands.
