I finally get it.  
There's no us.  No chance.  It's over.  

And yet...
this stupid heart, it still refuses to let go.
  It keeps clinging to the hope that maybe,

just maybe, things will change.

It's a pointless wait,
I know, a ridiculous clinging to a dream that's already died.

But it's my dream, and it's hard to let go.

That first wild rush, a heart aflame,
A love so fierce, it whispered your name.
Those stolen glances, a tender touch,
A bond so deep, meant so much.

Perhaps it faded, perhaps it's still there,
A memory cherished, beyond compare.
The fear of falling, too fast, too deep,
A vulnerability, secrets to keep.

But oh, my darling, it wasn't a fault,
To love so fully, a heart's assault.
Those feelings, real, though time may fly,
A testament to love, reaching high.

So let the memory, gently reside,
A brave heart's journey, nowhere to hide.
For loving deeply, with all you are,
Is never a mistake, no matter how far.

Some days, I still feel like a mess of memories I didn’t ask to keep.
There’s a heaviness in my chest, as if the weight of it all never left.
But healing, I’ve realized, isn’t about forgetting,
it’s about learning to breathe with the pain still here.
It’s waking up, finding the courage to choose softness,
even when the ache threatens to swallow me whole.
It’s letting the past quietly stand in the corner,
while I build — piece by piece — something new,
something warm enough to hold me through the cracks.