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Give me one good reason why I made you feel incomplete — when I’ve been running miles just to catch a glimpse of you, while your heart wandered to someone else… in love with someone else. Can’t you see? I’ve been standing in the very place where you last saw me — the path you used to walk so I could feed this quiet longing. But you were smiling for someone else. Your laughter… belonged to them. I know I’m not supposed to be here, not in a space where you shine brighter, when I’m the one you said dimmed your light. But tell me… what is this feeling that keeps my eyes from looking away, that stops me from searching for different gazes? Everything else feels empty. You held my stories once — spoke through me like my soul was made for your hands. Now nothing feels right because it isn’t you. But can I call you back to fix any of this? I can’t. And I won’t. Not when someone else is guiding you to the world I failed to build. I won’t step between what isn’t mine anymore. Your door… it’s disappearing into the distance, a place I still remember but can no longer return to. And the worst part is — I’m still standing here, hand half-raised, still hoping you’d hear the knock I never dared to make.
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
A World I Failed to Bring You To
Give me one good reason why I made you feel incomplete — when I’ve been running miles just to catch a glimpse of you, while your heart wandered to someone else… in love with someone else. Can’t you see? I’ve been standing in the very place where you last saw me — the path you used to walk so I could feed this quiet longing. But you were smiling for someone else. Your laughter… belonged to them. I know I’m not supposed to be here, not in a space where you shine brighter, when I’m the one you said dimmed your light. But tell me… what is this feeling that keeps my eyes from looking away, that stops me from searching for different gazes? Everything else feels empty. You held my stories once — spoke through me like my soul was made for your hands. Now nothing feels right because it isn’t you. But can I call you back to fix any of this? I can’t. And I won’t. Not when someone else is guiding you to the world I failed to build. I won’t step between what isn’t mine anymore. Your door… it’s disappearing into the distance, a place I still remember but can no longer return to. And the worst part is — I’m still standing here, hand half-raised, still hoping you’d hear the knock I never dared to make.
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Anotherhumanbeing-
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
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