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113 · Dec 2018
What happened to me?
Lynda Militao Dec 2018
The birds, I can no longer hear them sing.
What happened to my laughter?
My eyes, they no longer sparkle.
Instead they are decorated with dark circles around them.
What happened to me?

Was it not yesterday laughter bubbled inside me.
And now the happiness that lay within me illuminated with a dark cloud.
A dagger sits in the very place were your name was engraved on my heart.
What happened to me?

I try to smile but my eyes refuse to sync with my lips.
Instead a flood is released.
A flood of emotions slowly trickles down my cheeks.
I wish it would rain so no one notices.
I want to walk in the rain just like we used to
But instead of you my shadow is my companion
What happened to me?

Inside I’m slowly dying a slow painful death
A death full of regret.
Was it not me who sang a song of no regrets?
I preached a life never ending love.
What happened to me?

LOVE! a word I loath.
How dare you?!
But is it really love to blame.
They say love is patient,
Love is kind
I believe it because I know love didn’t wrong me
You did!
That is why even after all this I know my love will never die
But I can no longer love you the same.
Because my love for you has died.
That is what happened to me.
Lynda Militao May 13
Firstly, I want you to know that I miss you. Despite everything, I can't deny the lingering feelings I have. I miss the intimate moments we shared.

I miss it when you are drunk and how funny you become with your insistent kisses and the soft forehead kisses.

I miss just being next to you, I miss your scent I miss watching you work out just so I could look at your abs and I miss how I feel when I'm with you.

I miss hearing you say I love you and how I would cling to those words and I truly believed you…

But along with those memories, there are parts of our relationship that I don't miss. Waiting endlessly for your attention on Saturday nights, feeling like I was always an afterthought, and the disappointment of unfulfilled promises. I don't miss the constant longing for you to prioritize me, to make me feel valued beyond the confines of your home

What I don't miss is Saturday nights when I spent an entire day waiting how I would wait for u to want to see me but more often than not I would have to wait till midnight to receive that call and sometimes I would wake up and it's already Sunday and I was not next to you, what I don't miss is the confines of your home the only place were we truly have memories because God forbid you were always too busy too busy or too tired to grab icecream with me on a sunny Sunday afternoon.

I don't miss the dressing up to look good for you because a date was too much to ask for that even your friends and to tease me about it, I remember the sarcasm in their voices, I don't miss you going out of your way to see me happy because I was just a nag never satisfied always wanting more always complaining,

I don't miss you talking to her when I'm right besides you and yes deny all u want I was a woman in love but I was never a fool, i  dont miss wanting you to want me as fiercely as I wanted you.

I don't miss hearing you are in love with someone else have them carry your child and I was on the sideline, I don't miss you wanting to marry someone else   and you venting to me when it fails, what I don't miss the most was waiting I don't know how long I would have waited but I don't miss waiting I was constantly waiting, for your call, for you to come, for you to fulfill a promise, for you to look at me and truly see me and for you to want to spend the rest of your life with me, to make me your wife because God forbid I was never perfect for that role.

I remember the hurt of seeing you connect with others while I stood by, hoping for a love that never fully materialized. I don't miss the pain of realizing I wasn't the one you wanted to build a future with, despite my love and dedication.

I stood by you and I was willing to take you as you were no questions because after all im not perfect but somewhere along the lines you lost sight of me.

So, as much as I miss you, I also recognize that I deserve more than what we had. I deserve someone who sees my worth and prioritizes my happiness.

This  isn't about blame or resentment; it's about closure. I need to let go of the lingering hope that things could can be different.
So this my love is goodbye...

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