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I hope you find a love that frees you,
a love that carries you,
the way I couldn’t.
And I hope, someday,
you’ll forgive me.
I hope you find a love that frees you,
a love that carries you,
the way I couldn’t.
And I hope, someday,
you’ll forgive me.
I carry the memories like echoes,
soft and sharp,
alive and fading.
I hope you’ll carry them too,
not as pain,
but as proof of what we shared—
a love that held us,
until we couldn’t hold it anymore.
I carry the memories like echoes,
soft and sharp,
alive and fading.
I hope you’ll carry them too,
not as pain,
but as proof of what we shared—
a love that held us,
until we couldn’t hold it anymore.
I would have.
If I could have stayed whole while loving you,
I would have.
But this is the truth I didn’t want to face—
I had to choose me.
I would have.
If I could have stayed whole while loving you,
I would have.
But this is the truth I didn’t want to face—
I had to choose me.
Sorry for the hurt I’ve caused,
for the pain I knew I’d leave behind.
You deserved more than this,
more than the silence I filled with goodbye.
You deserved my strength, my clarity,
but I only had pieces of myself to give.
Sorry for the hurt I’ve caused,
for the pain I knew I’d leave behind.
You deserved more than this,
more than the silence I filled with goodbye.
You deserved my strength, my clarity,
but I only had pieces of myself to give.
To us. To you. To all we’d built.
But my hands shook under the strain,
and my heart whispered what I didn’t want to hear—
that staying meant breaking both of us.
To us. To you. To all we’d built.
But my hands shook under the strain,
and my heart whispered what I didn’t want to hear—
that staying meant breaking both of us.
Not all memories are soft.
There were days I felt too far away,
days where love felt like a rope,
pulling me in every direction but free.
Not all memories are soft.
There were days I felt too far away,
days where love felt like a rope,
pulling me in every direction but free.
the way your eyes lit up,
how you held it like it was a piece of me.
I thought of our plans,
spoken softly through static lines,
the world we dreamed of,
a place where distance didn’t matter.
the way your eyes lit up,
how you held it like it was a piece of me.
I thought of our plans,
spoken softly through static lines,
the world we dreamed of,
a place where distance didn’t matter.