If you break someone's heart, and they still treat you with kindness, still respect yoυ, and never try to hurt you back, just imagine the kind of person you lost.
i don't even know it i should be writing this, but my heart feels like it's bursting, and I need to let it out somewhere.
I miss you. I miss your voice, your laughter, and the way just a small message from you could change my whole day. It's unbearable sometimes the silence, the not knowing, the emptiness where you used to be.
I keep wondering if you ever loved me the way I loved you. Because for me, it wasn't just a relationship it was my everything. I built dreams around us, I trusted you with my heart, I loved you in ways I didn't even know I was capable of.
And now? Now I feel discarded, like I was never worth the fight. That thought kills me. It makes me question myself, my worth, my beauty, my soul. Did I mean nothing to you? Was all of it a lie? Or did you just... stop caring?
I wish I could tell you how much pain 1 am in, how much I want to run back to you and beg you
to love me again. I would swallow my pride a thousand times just to have one more day o of the love I felt with you. But deep down, I know that love isn't something to be begged for. It's something given freely.
So I'll keep my pain here, inside these words you will never read. I’ll cry for us, but I'll also promise myself that one day I'll heal.
Because if you don't see the value of my love, someone else will. And when that day comes, I'll remember you-but not with longing, only with the lesson you gave me.
destroying myself to hold onto someone who has already let go.