You asked me, “Do you love me?”
I said, “I do — but not like that.”
Not as a lover,
but as a friend I always care for.
You got quiet.
Took your heart and left our town
to feel nothing at all.
Three years passed.
No calls, just old photos
of what used to be.
I miss the bond we had.
But some stories end
so we can grow on our own.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC
You asked me, “Do you love me?”
I said, “I do — but not like that.”
Not as a lover,
but as a friend I always care for.
You got quiet.
Took your heart and left our town
to feel nothing at all.
Three years passed.
No calls, just old photos
of what used to be.
I miss the bond we had.
But some stories end
so we can grow on our own.
Writing from the heart — for the love that stayed, and the silence that followed. Just a soul putting feelings into words.