Some storms pass. Some stay. And some-like this one-become poetry. Forevermore is what remains of a feeling never said aloud. It's built from the quiet in-betweens; from friendship, from hope, from the unbearable beauty of almost. These sixty-six poems aren't a confession. They're a memory of something that never happened, and yet still manages to haunt. It was never love in the way people define it; not returned, not promised, not real till bled out onto the page. This book is an ode to the love that never began, the poetry that spilled onto the page listlessly, and for the heart that never stopped writing it.