maybe one day we’ll talk about it.
Maybe one day I’ll finally tell you how much everything changed me.
how I started questioning my worth because of the way you treated me. How I smiled through things that were quietly breaking me, because I didn’t want you to know how much power you had over my heart.
you probably think I just moved on. You’ll never know how many nights I replayed our conversations, wondering what I did wrong or why loving you became so painful. I don’t need you to feel guilty.
I just wish that one day, when you look back, you’ll understand that I wasn’t asking for too much. i was only asking to be loved the way I loved you
i am not moving on. i am not letting you go.
I stopped texting, not because I stopped caring, but because I got tired of hurting.
If you text me, I will reply. I still check my phone sometimes, hoping it is you. I do not say good morning anymore, but you are still my last thought before sleep. I miss you quietly, every single night...
Your struggles are not a sign of weakness but proof that the Almighty has given you sufficient strength. He loves you. Every test is a step towards something greater. Embrace it.
“how do you know it was love?”
because even after everything, it never turned into hate. i was hurt, disappointed, and had to let go, but deep down, i still couldn’t bring myself to hate you. maybe that’s how i knew it was real.
We need love, kindness and care to get through that tough week, the grey skies and storm clouds in life. For the times when things go wrong, when we feel lost, when everyone else appears to be doing well, know that the Almighty hasn’t abandoned us. He knows.
i was never a leaver. when i love, i stay. i fight, i try, i give everything i can. i don't walk away just because things get hard, and i don't disappear when feelings get real. i've always been the type who holds on, not the one who lets someone go. if i stepped back, it wasn't because i wanted to leave. it was because i had no place left to stay. and even then, it wasn't easy. letting go never felt like relief, it felt like losing a part of myself.
Back to normal. No updates. No late-night calls. No favorite notification to look forward to. Just silence, memories, and the slow process of learning how to live without what once felt like home.
the amount of disrespect you will tolerate when youre in love is actually insane. then one day the blindfold comes off and youre like damn i really let you do all that
I think I met the saddest version of myself this year. I’ve been feeling so drained, emotional, and lost lately. I don’t even recognize myself sometimes. I cry over things I used to be strong enough to handle, and honestly, I hate feeling this sensitive. I keep telling everyone I’m okay, but deep down, I know I’m not. I miss the old me. the one who was happier, lighter, and didn’t overthink everything. I miss having a genuine spark in me.