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He loved her gently, quietly, like a man afraid to touch something with broken hands.

She loved him with trembling tenderness, forehead, kisses in dimly lit living rooms and fingers through his beautiful silver hair while his head rested in her lap on their worn out couch, they spent their entire night trying to outrun themselves.

But grief recognizes grief. Trauma recognizes trauma.

They were too wounded children hiding inside their adult skin, calling themselves in love while feeling their pain, and neither one of them ever had been taught what safe love look like

He carried rage like a storm, trapped beneath his ribs.
She carried abandonment like a shadow sewn into her spine

When he grew distant, she bled panic.
When she cried too hard, he disappeared into silence.

God they loved each other dearly.

She loved loving him. She loved holding him, kissing his forehead, especially after arguments, even while her own heart was breaking in half.

He held her at night like he wanted to protect her from every terrible thing that had ever touched her, even though sometimes he became one of those terrible things himself.

Not because he was evil. Not because she was cruel.

But because pain, when left untreated, does not simply ache—- it spills…

And they spilled everywhere

Onto raised voices
Onto slammed doors
Onto silence, sharp enough to cut our skin
Onto words that they never meant, but could never take back

Still, there were beautiful moments.

Her soft hands in his hair.
His beautiful, sleepy, green eyes, looking up at her like she was the first safe place he had ever known.

The quiet hum of the television. Rain against the windows. The way she whispered “ come here…”, when the world became too heavy for him to carry, or too loud for him to listen.

But love alone could not heal two people bleeding from childhood wounds they did not know how to name

And tragedy is not always that people stop loving each other
Sometimes tragedy is this:
They love each other deeply faithfully desperately——

And still, they destroy each other while trying to save each other and save themselves.

There was a boy inside the man
The years had carved his face.
He wore his wounds like armor, ran from love, from truth from grace

And there was a girl who loved him
With trembling, open hands, the kind of love that stays too long and still somehow withstands.

They bruised each other, slowly, through silence, fear, and pride
Two hearts of reaching desperately while slowly pulled aside.

He hurt her with his distance, with shadows he concealed. She hurt him with her sorrow, with scars not fully healed.

But love remained between them like smoke after a flame, lingering in every room, whispering each name.

Then one day he disappeared, moved farther than the sky, so far she could not follow him, no matter how she tried.

And now she walks through memories late at night, searching for the boy she knew inside the man of flight.

And somewhere far beyond her reach, we’re lonely oceans start, he thinks about her constantly with an aching in his heart.

Because he loved her deeply too, though fear became his chain. A boy, pretending to be strong while drowning in his pain.

Now there are two distant stars, still burning from the past, longing for the touch they lost, A love to fierce to last.

Yet somewhere in the quiet, dark, beneath regret in time, their hearts still call across the world like an unfinished rhyme.

There was a boy inside the man
Those years had carved his face.
He wore his wounds like armor, ran from love, from truth from grace.

And there was a girl who loved him
With trembling, open hands, the kind of love that stays too long
And still somehow withstands.

They bruised each other slowly, through distance, fear, and pride.
Two hearts, reaching desperately while slowly pulled aside

He hurt her with his distance with shadows he concealed she hurt him with her sorrow with scars not fully healed.

But love remained between them
Like smoke after a flame,
Lingering in every room,
Whispering each name.

Then one day, he disappeared, move farther than the sky, so far she couldn’t follow him, no matter how she tried.

And now she walks through memories like always late at night, searching for the boys, she knew inside the man in flight.

In somewhere far beyond her reach, we’re lonely ocean start, he thinks about her constantly with an aching in his heart.

Because he loved her deeply too, though fear became his chain. A boy pretending to be strong while drowning in his pain

Now they are too distant stars still burning from the past, longing for the touch they lost, a love to fierce to last.

Yet somewhere in the quiet, dark,
Beneath regret and time
Their heart still calls across the world like like an unfinished rhyme.

To The man, I’ve loved for so many years.
I’ve spent so much time thinking about us, about everything we were, everything we survived, and everything we lost along the way. I don’t think there’s enough words to fully express how sorry I am for the pain I caused you. I know there were moments where my fears, and my mistakes hurt the person I love the most, and I carry deep regret for that and sorrow.

What we shared was real to me what we shared was real! Even if our relationship was mostly platonic, our connection still meant everything to me. We built a life out of friendship, comfort, familiarity, loyalty, memories, and years of knowing each other in ways no one else could. In the beginning you were truly my best friend and that is something I will treasure always.

I wish we could have reached a better understanding of each other before things fell apart. I wish we could have communicated better, listened better, and healed the wounds that slowly grew between us instead of lying them become walls. I know I made mistakes, and I know some of my actions came from fear, hurt, confusion, and love that I did not know how to express properly. None of that excuses the pain that I caused you, but I hope one day you can understand my heart, a little more clearly.

You were the biggest part of my life for a very large chunk of my life… loving you became part of who I was. And even now, despite everything, I still love you deeply I think part of me always will. Damn, know part of me always will.

But love also means accepting what is real, even when it hurts, even when it’s tough. I feel that your heart has moved away from me, and as painful as it is to admit, I cannot force someone to keep loving me the way I still love them. So this letter is not meant to pull you back to make you feel guilty. It’s simply my truth.. I messed up really bad. I’m incredibly sorry.

Thank you for the years we shared. Thank you for the laughter, the memories, the companionship, the dances, the late night conversations the fingers through the hair, the comfort of even the struggles that shaped us both. No matter how things ended, those years matter to me, you matter to me! I truly hope life brings you peace, healing, happiness, and the kind of love that makes you feel understood and safe. You deserve that.

And as hard as this is for me to say, I think this is my goodbye. I will always carry a piece of you with me even though you probably wish that I wouldn’t. I am so sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for hurting and I’m sorry for hurting you if you see this and you know, it’s for you please talk to me. Goodbye, my sweetness.

xoxo