I was the one who loved you with passion more than you imagine, more than you could ever fathom. A love we shared that I never did see the reality perhaps I was blinded with the ideal of you and my fantasies. And when you hold me tightly and I intertwined my hands with thee, the feeling was between constantly longing for  the possibilities and asking to be free from the skepticism.

You told me those three words, those three words that should have felt like home to me yet I see the uncertainty between your eyes and realized those words weren't meant for me. I know you tried but failed to see the possibility of having an 'us'. You decided to let me go because you don't want us to keep on running to each other and holding on to something that wasn't even real.

But if you ask me if I have regrets in loving you, I would honestly tell you I didn't regret it all because somehow, you needed nothing to draw my eyes because you precisely are you and I chose to love you without wanting it in return. I love you straightforwardly, and I have always been.