Sep 2024
She never loved me, and now I live in that quiet truth.
I’ve stopped twisting her coldness into reasons, stopped searching for her smile in half-hearted glances and unspoken promises. Love was never a part of her for me, only an idea I clung to, fragile and glowing. I imagined her warmth, sculpted it out of longing, but it was always cold in her world, always untouched by the fire I tried to build.
Her heart was a room I was never meant to enter. I stood at the threshold, waiting for a key that didn’t exist, hoping for a light that never flickered. Now, I’ve stopped waiting. I’ve let the door close behind her. It’s not a final slam, just the soft settling of things that were never meant to be.
I accept it now—not with bitterness, but with the ease of a breath let go. She never loved me. And that’s alright. The love I imagined still lives, but it’s my own now, no longer tethered to her shadow. I let it float freely, untouchable and soft, like something born to fly but never land.
I’ve stopped twisting her coldness into reasons, stopped searching for her smile in half-hearted glances and unspoken promises. Love was never a part of her for me, only an idea I clung to, fragile and glowing. I imagined her warmth, sculpted it out of longing, but it was always cold in her world, always untouched by the fire I tried to build.
Her heart was a room I was never meant to enter. I stood at the threshold, waiting for a key that didn’t exist, hoping for a light that never flickered. Now, I’ve stopped waiting. I’ve let the door close behind her. It’s not a final slam, just the soft settling of things that were never meant to be.
I accept it now—not with bitterness, but with the ease of a breath let go. She never loved me. And that’s alright. The love I imagined still lives, but it’s my own now, no longer tethered to her shadow. I let it float freely, untouchable and soft, like something born to fly but never land.
