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Nothing to go with Scorpio in general just a message to my person who is a Scorpio 🦂couldn’t care less how it’s received

You Made More Sense Than Anybody

Truthfully, logistically, it never made sense.

I knew that.

Part of me still knows it’s better not to be involved than to be involved.

But you made more sense to me than anybody I had ever met.

And that’s the hardest part.

Maybe some things are meant to stop making sense.

Maybe that’s how we know it’s time to let them go.

I wish it didn’t mean so much to me.

I wish it wasn’t complicated.

I wish I could be angry.

But I can’t.

Not completely.

Because I know life isn’t that simple.

I know there were reasons.

I know there were obstacles.

I know, deep down, it was never really meant to be.

Yet somehow none of that changes the fact that sometimes my heart still cries out for you.

And that’s hard.

Harder than I ever thought it would be.

I’ve never felt so connected to anyone.

Never felt so understood.

Never felt so alive inside a conversation.

And letting that go has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

That’s all I want you to know ♥️

I know I’ll be okay.

Maybe not today.

Maybe not tomorrow.

But one day, I’ll wake up and the weight won’t be quite so heavy.

Still, I ask myself the same questions.

What did you do to me?

Why did this happen?

Why do I cry every day for someone who isn’t here?

Am I too sensitive?

Did I imagine it all?

Or did I find something rare and lose it before I could hold it?

I’ll never know.

Maybe that’s the hardest part.

Not the loss.

The uncertainty.

The never knowing what was real, what was fear, what was love, and what was simply bad timing.

All I know is that I’m struggling.

Some days I break.

Some days I rage.

Some days I miss you so much I can barely breathe.

But every day, I get back up.

Every day, I keep going.

Every day, I fight.

And maybe that’s what healing looks like.

Not peace.

Not yet.

Just refusing to surrender to the pain.

Have you ever met someone who felt like home and a storm all at once?

Someone you connected with so deeply that no conversation before or since has ever quite compared?

They filled you with doubt, confusion, and turbulence, yet somehow you still felt profoundly understood.

So losing them isn’t just heartbreak.

It’s grieving the one friendship that felt different from all the rest.

Life goes on. Good things still happen. You keep trying.

But some days you simply miss your friend.

And that’s the hardest part

I’m furious.

I’m swimming laps through my grief.

Keeping busy.

Distracting myself.

Running from the thoughts.

Trying to outrun you.

Yet somehow, in the quiet moments,
there you are.

Waiting.

Always waiting.

The silent moments are the worst.

No notifications.

No distractions.

No noise.

Just me.

And the ghost of you.

Sometimes I hope you’re okay.

I wonder if you’re sleeping.

I wonder if you’re hurting.

I wonder if you ever think of me at all.

Then the anger comes.

Hot.

Sharp.

Because I remember what you did, what you said

The confusion.

The games.

The endless maze.

The way I kept reaching for certainty and came back with shadows.

And suddenly I’m angry

I resent you.

For the tears.

For the years.

For making me carry a story that never seemed to arrive anywhere.

There is no peace here.

Not yet.

Just love wrestling grief.

Grief wrestling anger.

Anger wrestling longing.

Round and round they go.

And somehow, after everything,

after all the promises,

all the silence,

all the distance,

all the damage,

I am still thinking about you.

And that is the hardest part of all.

Because I want my freedom.

But my heart is still carrying your name

And some days,

That feels unbearable ❤️💔