On the last day of college,
I carried a thousand words
pressed between my ribs—
all meant for you.
I wanted to say so much…
That you changed something in me.
That your smile had lived
in my thoughts longer than you'd imagine.
That I noticed everything,
even when I pretended not to.
I wanted to walk up to you,
look into your eyes,
and whisper a simple truth:
“You mattered to me. More than I ever said.”
I wanted to wrap you
in a hug so tight
that maybe you’d feel
what I couldn’t voice.
But I didn’t.
I just stood there,
my curious eyes searching yours—
looking for a sign,
a flicker,
a feeling
that maybe… you felt it too.
And then…
you walked away.
Without a goodbye
and without knowing
that someone stood behind you,
holding back a storm of love
and farewell.
I never said goodbye.
Maybe because
I wasn’t ready for the end.
Maybe because
some goodbyes
are too sacred to speak.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC
On the last day of college,
I carried a thousand words
pressed between my ribs—
all meant for you.
I wanted to say so much…
That you changed something in me.
That your smile had lived
in my thoughts longer than you'd imagine.
That I noticed everything,
even when I pretended not to.
I wanted to walk up to you,
look into your eyes,
and whisper a simple truth:
“You mattered to me. More than I ever said.”
I wanted to wrap you
in a hug so tight
that maybe you’d feel
what I couldn’t voice.
But I didn’t.
I just stood there,
my curious eyes searching yours—
looking for a sign,
a flicker,
a feeling
that maybe… you felt it too.
And then…
you walked away.
Without a goodbye
and without knowing
that someone stood behind you,
holding back a storm of love
and farewell.
I never said goodbye.
Maybe because
I wasn’t ready for the end.
Maybe because
some goodbyes
are too sacred to speak.
nothing goodbye love strom
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