I know our friendship wasn’t perfect. I had my ego, my fears. I held on too tightly sometimes, and pulled away when I couldn’t take it.
There were moments I was angry— angry because I felt unseen. You said I never saw how much you loved me, but there were times it felt like my heart was being cut through by a sword you didn’t know you held.
Still… those days felt like heaven. You were my comfort, my chaos, my safe place, my storm.
I felt like I belonged to you, even when I was lost to myself. Some days, I couldn’t imagine losing you. Other days, I stepped back— let you be who you needed to be, even if it wasn’t with me. So I stayed close… from a distance.
You were everything.
And maybe I didn’t show it right. Maybe I broke more than I built. Maybe my love was messy, too much, too loud, too late. But it was real. Every bit of it.
And even now— after all this time— you are still the ache I carry, the name my heart whispers when no one is listening.