It was never a fair fight, nor something built to last, and maybe we always knew that. We were two souls already battered by battles we never spoke of — colliding in a war we could never win.
While you drift in the tides of your indecision, i am drowning in the ache of a love that demanded more than it gave.
But, you really taught me a lot of things.
I know storms like this don’t end in peace and i’ve learned that some rescues can only come from within. That sometimes, you have to pick yourself up, even when the weight feels unbearable, to drag your bleeding feet out of the wreckage no matter how much it hurts.
You taught me about pain in ways i never even wanted to understand. Maybe i’ll meet worse storms, drown under larger waves, or burn through deeper forests, but you showed me how to rise despite it all. To still wake up carrying kindness like a second skin, plastering scars without letting the world feel any sting of them.
You taught me to fear causing harm especially when i’m hurting. To move through life gently, even when it feels unkind. You showed me the courage it takes to walk away, and the even greater courage required to stay away even when the universe calls me back. You taught me the weight of respect — not just for others, but for myself.
The wounds you left really taught me to hold onto gentleness, even when anger felt easier — And i’ve walked the long hard road to learn everything.
But perhaps, this is the end. Maybe we’ll never cross paths again, as if life itself conspires to keep us apart. You know as they say, when someone’s chapter closes, they fade from your story, no matter how close the distance seems.
But if fate has a cruel sense of humor and decided to converge our paths again, i hope we’ll meet as strangers — not to each other, but to who we used to be. I hope by then, we’ve both unlearned our pain and relearned how to live. I hope the battles are behind us, the scars have healed, and the air between us no longer heavy with things unsaid.
If we meet again, may we greet each other with smiles instead of wounds. May you have learned to hold on and speak instead of leaving people in silence. And may i have learned to build walls where they’re needed and tear them down where they’re not.
Maybe then, we can look at each other and know that the love we once shared taught us everything, even if it wasn’t meant to last. Maybe then, we’ll understand that loving someone doesn’t always mean holding on.
And maybe, just maybe, even when fate once disagreed with us, it will have taught us to always choose love — perhaps not for each other, but better.
