<![CDATA[Stories by Saanvi Thakur on Medium]]> https://medium.com/@saanvithakur21?source=rss-19fbbc7ff755------2 https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/fit/c/150/150/1*hxX5ioB7Al8r2kFy2nyDKg.jpeg Stories by Saanvi Thakur on Medium https://medium.com/@saanvithakur21?source=rss-19fbbc7ff755------2 Medium Sun, 17 May 2026 19:20:18 GMT <![CDATA[Some things end without asking permission.]]> https://medium.com/@saanvithakur21/some-things-end-without-asking-permission-e4dcec4fa8b4?source=rss-19fbbc7ff755------2 https://medium.com/p/e4dcec4fa8b4 Thu, 14 May 2026 14:24:29 GMT 2026-05-14T14:24:29.242Z Some things end without asking permission.
Leaving quietly like a taste that fades
Right when you start to like it.

I smile and it hurts a little.
Remember and it hurts a little more.
Not enough to break me — just enough to stay.

It wasn’t all good.
Or all bad.
That’s the problem.

Because now every soft moment comes with a shadow.
And every goodbye
Still feels unfinished.

Bittersweet isn’t pain.
It’s proof that something mattered
And didn’t stay.

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