Sometimes, some people enter our lives at that point of time when we are not actually willing to let them be a part of it. They just come and automatically leave after a while, without giving any end to the story. But the particular time span wherein they're present turns out to be the best time of our lives. But the worst part is that we don't realise this when they are with us. We do it only when they've conveniently left and we realize that it was them who made us feel good. They were our "happy place", you know. Unfortunately, it's too late by then.
I have a similar story to tell, wherein I've realised that I was super happy with her and with every passing second, I pray to God that even if my love story doesn't have a happy ending, it's okay, but I do want to meet her and finish that story in some way or the other.