u/elowt

For years, you’ve been all that mattered to me. You were the first thought that found me every morning and the last one I held onto every night. When I finally had the chance to show you just how deeply I cared, I ruined it with the weight of how much I really did.
The hardest part of it all is knowing that you don’t love me the way I love you.
It hurts to walk away without trying to fix this,
because trying is all I’ve ever known when it came to you. Loving you always meant holding on a little longer, hoping a little harder, and believing there was still something left to save.
But why can’t you love me enough to fight for us, too?
I’m not looking forward to meeting someone new. I don’t want to memorize another human, another soul. The thought doesn’t comfort me, it only reminds me that you aren’t them. I think I’ll be alone for a very long time.
You were never somebody I just loved, you were the person I imagined beside every version of myself, in every lifetime I dreamed of.
I love you. Always will.