pain

The pain you left behind never truly faded. It lingered like a shadow, pressing against my chest even long after you were gone. But I didn't leave you just because you lied to me though that was part of it. I left because I was tired. Tired of justifying my choices, tired of being told I was wrong simply because that choice was you.

You tried so hard to impress the people around you, to be accepted by them, but they never truly saw you. And the ones around me? They never accepted you either. We were together, but we were never really allowed to be. Every day with you felt like walking on a path of needles, each step digging deeper into my skin, leaving invisible wounds no one else could see. And I walked that path for years until I bled, until I collapsed from the weight of it all.

The world was against us from the start. Maybe it was the truth, or maybe just a cruel fact, but we were never meant to be together. We were too far apart to ever truly stay close. And when you asked me if I wanted you to leave, I told you yes. You wanted me to stop you, to call out your name, to reach for you one last time but I couldn't.

Instead, I whispered your name over and over in my head, hoping somehow you would hear me, hoping somehow you would turn back. But you didn't. You just walked away, your back to me, never looking back. And I stood there, tears pooling beneath my feet not enough to drown me, but enough to bury me in sorrow.

And even now, after all this time, I wonder was there anything left? Was there even a fragment of love still lingering between us? If not, then I'm glad. Maybe this way, you can finally find peace.

And I? I'm just here to say, I'm sorry. Sorry that I wasn't strong enough to hold onto you. Sorry that I let go.