Kaustav Ghosh
They say, “There’s no such thing as an end.”
But is there truly an end to love?
Where one ending lies, a new beginning begins.
Like the stories in legal books we read,
Where endings only lead to fresh starts.
Even before someone becomes a guest in your life,
They’ve already arrived—quietly, unexpectedly.
Who can say which love was the first,
Or which will be the last?
Desire, society—
They pull us in different directions.
Yet I walk the opposite way—
I forget the ticking clock of love.
I choose to see you as new, every single day.
To fall for you again, and again—
Your good, your flaws, your everything.
Do I know what first or last love truly means?
Perhaps not.
But where the end becomes the origin,
That is both my beginning, and my forever.
There was no one else.
There never was.
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