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I remember the moments
whenever I see your face,
whenever I speak your name,
or when I wander into places
where it felt like you were there.
When you brushed the baby hairs from my cheek
and whispered, "You're worth it."
When you held my hand,
leading us to pray with words,
"Lord, we don’t know why we’re here."
When you sent me verses,
effortlessly sharing encouraging reels,
when you called and told me stories
of how God had moved in your day.
When you knew how to calm me,
your voice, a soothing balm,
leading me away from noon’s harsh sun
so I wouldn’t be scorched by its rays.
When peace came so naturally with you,
and I imagined you as the father of my children,
never giving me cause for doubt or jealousy,
telling me, "You're the most beautiful in my eyes."
The sweetest things are found in the smallest details,
but you gave up so easily,
even after promising to wait,
even after saying you'd never stop praying for me.
But I guess those days are over,
and I have my own regrets.
I was too afraid to let go and choose you,
so you became the man who got away.
I hope you understand how much you meant to me,
how real it all was.
I only wish I had known—
before it was too late.