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I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, and I don’t even know if I still have the right to write something for you. But there are nights when no matter how hard I try to stay silent, your name still finds its way back into my mind.

I don’t know where I stand in your life now. Maybe I’m just an old name you no longer mention, a memory you no longer visit, or someone you once loved but no longer feel the need to look for.

But as for me, I’m still here, in that part of life where I’m trying to accept that maybe it really is over.

I tried to forget you. I tried to convince myself that I wouldn’t look for you anymore in every quiet night, in every song that suddenly hurts, in every place where we once existed. But some people don’t disappear just because they’re gone. Some kinds of love don’t end just because they are no longer chosen.

I still love you.

Not in a way that wants to hold you hostage in the past. Not in a way that wants to disturb your world. I still love you quietly. In prayers. In memories. In the hope that even if I’m no longer the one beside you, you will still be happy.

If there is no longer a place for me in your heart, I will accept it. Even if it feels heavy. Even if there are days when it feels like I’m back at the beginning again. I won’t force myself into a door you’ve already closed. I won’t ask for a love you can no longer give.

But I hope that if the day comes when you remember me, it won’t be only because you’re lonely. Not only because the night is quiet. I hope it’s because there is still a part of your heart that truly looks for me.

And if that happens, I hope this time, you will be the one to come closer. I hope you will be the one to make an effort. I hope that if there is still something left, you will look for me, not because you have no one else, but because maybe, after everything, it was still me.

Because sometimes, I get tired too.

Tired of always being the one waiting.

Always hoping.

Always willing to understand, even while slowly losing myself.

But even after all that, there is still a part of me that once dreamed of having you until the end. Until our hair turns gray. Until our younger years become stories. Until the time comes when it no longer matters who was right or wrong, only who stayed.

So if it’s truly no longer me, I hope you are loved the right way. I hope you never have to be hurt the way we were hurt. I hope the kind of love that comes to you will never leave you in the middle of chaos, never make you doubt yourself, and never make you tired of being who you are.

And if one day, among all the people you meet, you realize that I was the one who loved you with everything I had, I hope you look for me.

I don’t know if I’ll still be waiting for that day.

But right now, all I know is this:

I loved you truly.

And maybe a part of me will keep on loving you until we’re gray.

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, and I don’t even know if I still have the right to write something for you. But there are nights when no matter how hard I try to stay silent, your name still finds its way back into my mind.

I don’t know where I stand in your life now. Maybe I’m just an old name you no longer mention, a memory you no longer visit, or someone you once loved but no longer feel the need to look for.

But as for me, I’m still here, in that part of life where I’m trying to accept that maybe it really is over.

I tried to forget you. I tried to convince myself that I wouldn’t look for you anymore in every quiet night, in every song that suddenly hurts, in every place where we once existed. But some people don’t disappear just because they’re gone. Some kinds of love don’t end just because they are no longer chosen.

I still love you.

Not in a way that wants to hold you hostage in the past. Not in a way that wants to disturb your world. I still love you quietly. In prayers. In memories. In the hope that even if I’m no longer the one beside you, you will still be happy.

If there is no longer a place for me in your heart, I will accept it. Even if it feels heavy. Even if there are days when it feels like I’m back at the beginning again. I won’t force myself into a door you’ve already closed. I won’t ask for a love you can no longer give.

But I hope that if the day comes when you remember me, it won’t be only because you’re lonely. Not only because the night is quiet. I hope it’s because there is still a part of your heart that truly looks for me.

And if that happens, I hope this time, you will be the one to come closer. I hope you will be the one to make an effort. I hope that if there is still something left, you will look for me, not because you have no one else, but because maybe, after everything, it was still me.

Because sometimes, I get tired too.

Tired of always being the one waiting.

Always hoping.

Always willing to understand, even while slowly losing myself.

But even after all that, there is still a part of me that once dreamed of having you until the end. Until our hair turns gray. Until our younger years become stories. Until the time comes when it no longer matters who was right or wrong, only who stayed.

So if it’s truly no longer me, I hope you are loved the right way. I hope you never have to be hurt the way we were hurt. I hope the kind of love that comes to you will never leave you in the middle of chaos, never make you doubt yourself, and never make you tired of being who you are.

And if one day, among all the people you meet, you realize that I was the one who loved you with everything I had, I hope you look for me.

I don’t know if I’ll still be waiting for that day.

But right now, all I know is this:

I loved you truly.

And maybe a part of me will keep on loving you until we’re gray.

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, and I don’t even know if I still have the right to write something for you. But there are nights when no matter how hard I try to stay silent, your name still finds its way back into my mind.

I don’t know where I stand in your life now. Maybe I’m just an old name you no longer mention, a memory you no longer visit, or someone you once loved but no longer feel the need to look for.

But as for me, I’m still here, in that part of life where I’m trying to accept that maybe it really is over.

I tried to forget you. I tried to convince myself that I wouldn’t look for you anymore in every quiet night, in every song that suddenly hurts, in every place where we once existed. But some people don’t disappear just because they’re gone. Some kinds of love don’t end just because they are no longer chosen.

I still love you.

Not in a way that wants to hold you hostage in the past. Not in a way that wants to disturb your world. I still love you quietly. In prayers. In memories. In the hope that even if I’m no longer the one beside you, you will still be happy.

If there is no longer a place for me in your heart, I will accept it. Even if it feels heavy. Even if there are days when it feels like I’m back at the beginning again. I won’t force myself into a door you’ve already closed. I won’t ask for a love you can no longer give.

But I hope that if the day comes when you remember me, it won’t be only because you’re lonely. Not only because the night is quiet. I hope it’s because there is still a part of your heart that truly looks for me.

And if that happens, I hope this time, you will be the one to come closer. I hope you will be the one to make an effort. I hope that if there is still something left, you will look for me, not because you have no one else, but because maybe, after everything, it was still me.

Because sometimes, I get tired too.

Tired of always being the one waiting.

Always hoping.

Always willing to understand, even while slowly losing myself.

But even after all that, there is still a part of me that once dreamed of having you until the end. Until our hair turns gray. Until our younger years become stories. Until the time comes when it no longer matters who was right or wrong, only who stayed.

So if it’s truly no longer me, I hope you are loved the right way. I hope you never have to be hurt the way we were hurt. I hope the kind of love that comes to you will never leave you in the middle of chaos, never make you doubt yourself, and never make you tired of being who you are.

And if one day, among all the people you meet, you realize that I was the one who loved you with everything I had, I hope you look for me.

I don’t know if I’ll still be waiting for that day.

But right now, all I know is this:

I loved you truly.

And maybe a part of me will keep on loving you until we’re gray.

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, and I don’t even know if I still have the right to write something for you. But there are nights when no matter how hard I try to stay silent, your name still finds its way back into my mind.

I don’t know where I stand in your life now. Maybe I’m just an old name you no longer mention, a memory you no longer visit, or someone you once loved but no longer feel the need to look for.

But as for me, I’m still here, in that part of life where I’m trying to accept that maybe it really is over.

I tried to forget you. I tried to convince myself that I wouldn’t look for you anymore in every quiet night, in every song that suddenly hurts, in every place where we once existed. But some people don’t disappear just because they’re gone. Some kinds of love don’t end just because they are no longer chosen.

I still love you.

Not in a way that wants to hold you hostage in the past. Not in a way that wants to disturb your world. I still love you quietly. In prayers. In memories. In the hope that even if I’m no longer the one beside you, you will still be happy.

If there is no longer a place for me in your heart, I will accept it. Even if it feels heavy. Even if there are days when it feels like I’m back at the beginning again. I won’t force myself into a door you’ve already closed. I won’t ask for a love you can no longer give.

But I hope that if the day comes when you remember me, it won’t be only because you’re lonely. Not only because the night is quiet. I hope it’s because there is still a part of your heart that truly looks for me.

And if that happens, I hope this time, you will be the one to come closer. I hope you will be the one to make an effort. I hope that if there is still something left, you will look for me, not because you have no one else, but because maybe, after everything, it was still me.

Because sometimes, I get tired too.

Tired of always being the one waiting.

Always hoping.

Always willing to understand, even while slowly losing myself.

But even after all that, there is still a part of me that once dreamed of having you until the end. Until our hair turns gray. Until our younger years become stories. Until the time comes when it no longer matters who was right or wrong, only who stayed.

So if it’s truly no longer me, I hope you are loved the right way. I hope you never have to be hurt the way we were hurt. I hope the kind of love that comes to you will never leave you in the middle of chaos, never make you doubt yourself, and never make you tired of being who you are.

And if one day, among all the people you meet, you realize that I was the one who loved you with everything I had, I hope you look for me.

I don’t know if I’ll still be waiting for that day.

But right now, all I know is this:

I loved you truly.

And maybe a part of me will keep on loving you until we’re gray.

I know June 10th has already passed, but there is still a part of me that wanted to greet you, even if these words never reach you.

It's been a while since we last spoke. Life has become quieter now. There are no more late-night conversations, no more plans, no more familiar routines. Yet sometimes, I still find myself wondering how you are, how the kids are doing, and whether life has been kind to all of you.

I won't pretend that I have all the answers. There are still things I don't understand, things that hurt, and things I may never get clarity on. But as time passes, I realize that not every question needs an answer for us to move forward.

Despite everything that happened, I am deeply grateful for the moments we shared. There was a time when I truly believed we would grow old together. There was a time when being with you and the kids felt like home.

Maybe we were meant to stay.

Maybe we were meant to learn.

Maybe we were simply meant to cross paths and change each other's lives forever.

I don't know.

What I do know is that I genuinely loved you.

These days, I'm trying to focus on becoming a better version of myself. I'm learning to heal, to grow, and to rebuild the parts of me that I neglected for so long. Not for anyone else, but because it's finally time that I do.

And if life ever crosses our paths again someday, I hope we meet as better versions of ourselves. When we've both healed, when we've both grown, and when we're no longer carrying the weight of our past, I think I'd be happy to meet that version of you.

But for now, I'll stay grounded and continue walking my own path.

I hope you find happiness in the choices you make.

I hope you achieve the things you've always wanted.

I hope the kids grow up healthy, safe, and loved.

And if our story truly ends here, then all I can say is thank you.

Thank you for the memories.

Thank you for the lessons.

Thank you for allowing me to love someone as deeply as I loved you.

And whenever I hear "Dandelions," I still remember those days when we believed in wishes, possibilities, and forever.

Maybe some wishes aren't meant to come true the way we imagined.

But that doesn't make them any less beautiful.

Take care of yourself.

And always take care of the kids.

I know June 10th has already passed, but there is still a part of me that wanted to greet you, even if these words never reach you.

It's been a while since we last spoke. Life has become quieter now. There are no more late-night conversations, no more plans, no more familiar routines. Yet sometimes, I still find myself wondering how you are, how the kids are doing, and whether life has been kind to all of you.

I won't pretend that I have all the answers. There are still things I don't understand, things that hurt, and things I may never get clarity on. But as time passes, I realize that not every question needs an answer for us to move forward.

Despite everything that happened, I am deeply grateful for the moments we shared. There was a time when I truly believed we would grow old together. There was a time when being with you and the kids felt like home.

Maybe we were meant to stay.

Maybe we were meant to learn.

Maybe we were simply meant to cross paths and change each other's lives forever.

I don't know.

What I do know is that I genuinely loved you.

These days, I'm trying to focus on becoming a better version of myself. I'm learning to heal, to grow, and to rebuild the parts of me that I neglected for so long. Not for anyone else, but because it's finally time that I do.

And if life ever crosses our paths again someday, I hope we meet as better versions of ourselves. When we've both healed, when we've both grown, and when we're no longer carrying the weight of our past, I think I'd be happy to meet that version of you.

But for now, I'll stay grounded and continue walking my own path.

I hope you find happiness in the choices you make.

I hope you achieve the things you've always wanted.

I hope the kids grow up healthy, safe, and loved.

And if our story truly ends here, then all I can say is thank you.

Thank you for the memories.

Thank you for the lessons.

Thank you for allowing me to love someone as deeply as I loved you.

And whenever I hear "Dandelions," I still remember those days when we believed in wishes, possibilities, and forever.

Maybe some wishes aren't meant to come true the way we imagined.

But that doesn't make them any less beautiful.

Take care of yourself.

And always take care of the kids.