i loved you without keeping score. I showed up for you on days when you had nothing to give back. I listened to your silence as much as your words, and I stayed present even when things got difficult between us. My care for you was never tied to what I could receive in return.
I wasn’t perfect, but my intentions were always clean. I wanted to be the person you could lean on without fear of judgment. I believed in your growth and your healing, even when you struggled to believe in yourself. I gave you the kind of love that doesn’t demand anything back only that you felt safe and seen.
One day, you’ll look back and understand how rare it is to have someone who loves you like that. When others start showing you love that comes with conditions or convenience, you’ll remember how I loved you even when it wasn’t easy. And you’ll realize that what you lost wasn’t just me it was someone who genuinely wanted nothing but the best for you.
According to psychology, the urge to immediately fix a partner’s or friend’s distress instead of just sitting with them in it isn't empathy; it is your own low frustration tolerance. When someone you love is hurting, and you instantly jump into problem-solving mode, offering unsolicited advice or trying to find a silver lining, you are often trying to soothe your own secondary anxiety. You aren't rescuing them from their pain; you are rescuing yourself from the discomfort of witnessing a vulnerability you don't know how to hold.
the saddest part wasn’t losing you…
it was watching myself beg for someone who was
already gone.
I said thank you for the memories you left behind,
for the late-night talks, for making my empty world
feel alive for a while.
And I said sorry for loving you louder than you ever
loved me back.
You became my favorite chapter, but I was just a
temporary page in your story.
Now your name lives in my silence, your memories
live in my tears, and I’m learning how to smile while
carrying a heart you broke.
If loving you was my biggest mistake, missing you
is my daily punishment.
May this kind of love find me. ❤️
Not the loud, perfect kind, but the kind that stays. The kind that chooses you every day, even when tomorrow is uncertain. Jiro and Naoko's story reminds us that love isn't measured by how long it lasts, but by how deeply it's felt.
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