is knowing
everything was fine
until I spoke.
Until I trusted you
with the parts of me
I usually hide.
If I had just stayed quiet,
kept it all inside,
maybe you’d still be here....
still talking to me
like I mattered.
So now I sit with this thought:
maybe my honesty
is what ruined us :'(
dear.... my love..
Do you know how hard it is
to open your heart
and then wish you never did?
To replay every word,
every sentence,
wondering
which one made you stop caring?
You didn’t just misunderstand me
you made me feel like
my feelings were a mistake.
And now I’m left
holding everything
I should’ve kept to myself.
my love..
I was okay
when I was easy,
when I smiled,
when I didn’t need anything.
But the moment
I became real
with fears,
with feelings,
with questions
I became too much.
Too heavy.
Too tiring.
Too inconvenient
for someone
who once said
they loved me....
...
The saddest part is—
I would’ve stayed.
Through the misunderstandings,
through the timing,
through the silence…
I would’ve stayed
if you just tried.
If you just said,
“Hey, I don’t get it,
but I’m here.”
But you didn’t.
You chose distance
over understanding,
silence over effort,
and now I’m here
learning how to leave
someone
I never wanted to lose.. iloveyou too much aiman.
