He was an amazing man—gentle smile, a thoughtful touch,
A million tender moments that once meant so much.
But hidden in his quiet eyes, a storm he couldn’t still,
Insecurities like heavy stones, bending love to will.
I have my own soft fractures, fears that bruise my heart,
But his became a silent rule that kept us worlds apart.
I fell in love with his potential—who he could one day be—
Not always with the man who stood, flesh and bone, with me.
I painted dreams across his name, believing love could grow,
But he just couldn’t love me in the way I needed so.
I asked for space to spread my wings, for trust without a cage,
But he kept trying to edit me, to rewrite every page.
Almost four years of laughter mixed with quiet, hidden ache—
Of losing pieces of myself for someone else’s sake.
And though my chest still tightens when his memory appears,
I know my newfound freedom was worth those falling tears.
I hope he finds what he’s searching for—a love that fits him right,
Someone who won’t burn her glow just to keep the peace at night.
Because I couldn’t be the woman who stayed small to ease his mind—
I needed room to be my truth, untamed, and unconfined.
I grieve the man I thought he was, and love the truth I see:
That loving someone’s future self was never enough for me.
Now I’m learning who I am again, beneath the endless sky—
Free, at peace, and certain that I finally chose goodbye.
