I still blame spring by Baban chahal

I Still Blame Spring is a collection of poetry and prose about one-sided love, quiet heartbreak, and the memories that refuse to leave with the seasons.
It is for the people who loved without being chosen.
For the ones who never got to confess.
For the conversations that only ever happened in their heads.
For every “almost” that never became “us.”
Across these pages, love arrives gently, blooms like spring, and slowly turns into longing. Some pieces hold hope. Others carry silence. Together, they tell the story of loving someone who never truly became yours—and the strange beauty of surviving a love that never had the chance to begin.
Whether you’re still waiting for someone, trying to understand your own heart, or simply looking for words that feel like your own, this book was written to sit beside you in those quiet moments.
You may find yourself in these pages.
Or you may find someone you once were.
Because sometimes, the deepest love stories are the ones that were never spoken aloud.
Welcome to I Still Blame Spring.