He said he loved me.
Back then, I didn’t know what love felt like—
I thought it was just something people said.
So I smiled, maybe even teased,
And told him 'no'.

Years later, he came back.
Same boy, same love,
And I still couldn’t feel it.
I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t there.
So again, I let him go.

But life has this cruel way of teaching.
One day, out of nowhere,
I felt it.
Everything he once did.
Every unsaid word, every silent hope.
And I told him.
God, I told him.
But he had already moved on.
And I—
I was just a page he’d already turned.

Now, after all this time,
I still feel him.
In the quiet.
In the places I wish he was.
But I know I can’t stay here.
So I’m choosing to let go.
Not because I want to,
But because I have to.