People think heartbreak comes from goodbye.They’re wrong.It comes from the moments before, when you still believe they’re yours.I met him on a night I wasn’t supposed to be there — in a place I shouldn’t have been. He didn’t smile, didn’t ask my name, but his presence pressed into me like a secret I wasn’t ready to keep.His kiss tasted like fire and regret.Like a warning.Like a promise that would hurt to keep.I should have walked away.But sometimes, the things that destroy us are the ones we crave the most.