she was never yours to hold forever—
only to cherish while the moment stayed.
you loved her,
yes,
but love is not a chain.
she moved like rain
that never asked permission.
you called it love—
but only when the sun was out.
when she cried,
you flinched.
when she doubted,
you ran.
she needed space to become herself,
and you—
you needed grace
to understand:
it’s okay to let her go.
because love isn’t staying to fix—
it’s knowing when to set someone free
without feeling like you failed.