u/littleicedkopi

I think the hardest part about dating you wasn't that we ended.

It was realizing we met when neither of us could love the way we wanted to.

You weren't a stranger, but you never became my person either. We stayed somewhere in between, close enough to imagine a future and far enough to never reach it.

I still catch myself wondering who we could have been if life had introduced us a little later. Maybe we would have chosen each other without fear. Maybe we would have stayed.

Instead, you're someone I used to date, carrying a future we'll never get to live.

I don't miss what we were.

I grieve what we could have been.