Once, you asked me how I fell for you. It was because I saw the parts of you no one else did. I saw all your colors, and they were beautiful. I only wish I hadn’t been the reason they faded.
With you, I have no choice but to believe in second chances. If you ever give me one, I won’t waste it. I’ll show you that I’ve learned the lesson your absence taught me, I’ll show you that I’ve learned from my mistakes. I will love you with everything I have and everything I am.
It was with you that I wanted to live all those moments that never came to pass, all those experiences I longed to share by your side. But my mistakes pushed you away, and now all those beautiful possibilities are gone. I was the reason you walked away from me.
You were the person I wanted to share so many beautiful moments with, there were countless moments I dreamed of living by your side, countless memories waiting to be made. I buried every possibility with my own actions, and now I am left grieving a future that never was.
I should have asked for more of your spontaneous moments in videos, just to preserve them before they disappeared from me forever. The truth is, no matter how much of you I had, it was never enough.
I hurt you so much that you had to vanish from my life completely, erasing every way I could ever reach you. But even after all that, I remain haunted by your existence. You are woven into my heart too deeply to ever be forgotten.
Every time I wore the sweater you gave me, I felt like you were hugging me—and I needed that, I still do. Even now, I can still smell your perfume, and it’s the only thing that makes me feel close to you. Without it… without you, there's no point on wear it.
Do I still cross your mind? And if I do, what lives in your heart when you think of me? Anger? Disappointment? Pain? Sorrow? Disgust? Every time I remember you, my chest aches with the weight of knowing I was the one who hurt you.
To you, who with dedication, effort, and love always knows how to give the best to your children. To you, who despite every difficulty knows how to keep moving forward, this is to honor the valuable woman and the tireless mother that you are. Happy Mother’s Day, longed-for nurse.
I know I hurt you—deeply, unforgivably—when I never should have. I crossed a line I had no right to cross. I can’t undo it, and I can barely find the words to ask for your forgiveness. I thirst for you—I am bleeding without you, my beloved nurse.
It’s not the same. It doesn’t feel the way I remember. Photos don’t evoke you anymore; they mock me with what’s gone. Without you in my life, they’re nothing but cold pixels of a dead past, and no matter how I stare, they will never satisfy the emptiness you carved into me.
It’s been days since your self-imposed exile from my life, and the silence is deafening. Your voice is fading from me, the curve of your smile slipping away—even the color of your eyes is beginning to blur, and it terrifies me.
I knew exactly what I would lose when you left my life—yet I never imagined it would feel this devastating. Nothing prepares you for losing the most important person you had, watching them walk away for good and erase themselves completely.
I knew it from the very beginning—I love you. But in your absence, that truth consumes me. There’s a hollow in my chest, an endless void that only you can fill.
Lust is never a good advisor. I learned that the hard way—it burned through everything I had, leaving only ashes behind. Now I’m here, trying to breathe life into what lust had no right to destroy.