You were right.
It was a fleeting feeling,
a spark I mistook for a flame.
I thought it would stay,
thought it would grow into something
with weight and permanence.
But love, it turns out,
can pass through gently,
leave without breaking anything.
What I felt for you changed,
not into hate, not into regret,
just into something quieter.
You were right,
and I’m still standing,
a little wiser for it.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC
You were right.
It was a fleeting feeling,
a spark I mistook for a flame.
I thought it would stay,
thought it would grow into something
with weight and permanence.
But love, it turns out,
can pass through gently,
leave without breaking anything.
What I felt for you changed,
not into hate, not into regret,
just into something quieter.
You were right,
and I’m still standing,
a little wiser for it.
