This feeling is new.
This feeling is heavy.
This feeling is hurtful.
This feeling is love.
This feeling is anger.
This feeling is confusion.
This feeling is everything but hate.
How could I ever hate you?
When you were the one who stood by me,
when you loved me through every flaw,
when nothing I did ever made you hate me.
It’s hard–
going through this alone.
The silence spirals me,
the world feels unfamiliar,
and each day grows heavier.
But I will get through it–
if it’s for you.
I will hold every ounce of my love for you.
And if that means waiting,
I will.
If that means staying when unsure,
I will.
For you, I will.
My love.
My calm.
My peace.
My best friend.
My home.
My everything.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC