under the glass towers of bangalore, they met without a beginning

just a conversation that felt like it had already been waiting for them. he was trying to build love into something clean and predictable. she was trying to hold together a world where love was anything but
somewhere between late replies, unfinished coffees and the quiet comfort of being understood, they slipped into each others lives without noticing how much it began to matter
for the first time, his world felt less empty. for the first time, hers felt less heavy
and that is what broke it
his perfect system worked for everyone else while her careful matches kept falling into place
but them, they made no sense
loving each other meant unlearning everything, and neither of them had the courage to become someone new
so they let it go without a fight, without a reason just distance growing where something real once lived
and somewhere in the same restless city they still exist
as shadows of whisper