what I always wanted to hear
I wrote you a letter once
thanking you
for not choosing me.
I meant it—
the way you can mean something
that also breaks you open.
years passed
the way years do,
carrying us
in opposite directions,
toward the lives
we were supposed to have.
then you came back
and told me
you trying to understand
why we parted
I felt it
the way I always knew I would—
visceral,
ancient,
the answer
to a question
I’d stopped asking.
and I held it
the way you hold something
you cannot keep—
carefully,
with both hands.
knowing
life gives
and takes
and gives again,
not always
in the order
we would choose.
you didn’t choose me then.
am I grateful?
I work at it
every day.
I am.
still that girl
who loves you,
and yet
I am exactly
where I’m supposed to be.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 12:26 PM UTC
what I always wanted to hear
I wrote you a letter once
thanking you
for not choosing me.
I meant it—
the way you can mean something
that also breaks you open.
years passed
the way years do,
carrying us
in opposite directions,
toward the lives
we were supposed to have.
then you came back
and told me
you trying to understand
why we parted
I felt it
the way I always knew I would—
visceral,
ancient,
the answer
to a question
I’d stopped asking.
and I held it
the way you hold something
you cannot keep—
carefully,
with both hands.
knowing
life gives
and takes
and gives again,
not always
in the order
we would choose.
you didn’t choose me then.
am I grateful?
I work at it
every day.
I am.
still that girl
who loves you,
and yet
I am exactly
where I’m supposed to be.
