10/17/2025
TBT of a love story that was so long ago.Sharing an old poems on this
You’re not broken.
What we once held together
has unraveled,
and now the pieces can’t fit back the same.
We shared everything—
the good, the bad, the love.
But now, the music plays a different tune,
and we must face the truth: we are over.
My insecurities speak in louder whispers,
pushing you away faster than I could ever hold on.
Tonight, I lie in bed,
and all I want is to feel you beside me again,
to hold you,
to hold on to that fleeting warmth.
What I would give
for one more kiss,
one more embrace,
one more evening of laughter,
one more message,
one more of those moments that felt like forever.
I love you.
But I’m lying to myself—I don’t want just one more.
I want to start again,
as if we never met.
I want to fall for you all over again,
but this time, with the wisdom that comes from distance.
I want that.
But I don’t need it.
Because we’ve outgrown each other,
and we both know it.
The best parts of us—
the best parts of you—I took with me.
The best parts of me—I gave to you.
But it wasn’t enough.
You showed me what love is,
what it feels like to be held in the warmth of it.
You also showed me the sharp edge of love’s absence,
the searing ache of a heart broken in two.
And even time,
even the promise of healing,
can’t guarantee this heart will mend.
720 days have passed,
and yet, I still think of you.
# healtheals
