One morning, I woke up feeling like I had lost everything — not in reality, but in the weight my heart carried. She wasn’t mine, maybe never was, but the space she left behind felt like a world emptied.
I never claimed to own her. I never expected the world to bend my way. I just believed in my part — my prayers, my faith, my silent feelings. Maybe they weren’t loud enough. Maybe she never noticed. Or maybe, she did… but it wasn’t meant to be.
Her photo is still quietly tucked in my gallery. Not because I can’t move on — but because I choose to remember her without regret. She’s smiling somewhere, probably brighter than ever, living a life she deserves — and that’s enough for me.
If she’s not the one, I don’t know who ever could be. I don’t know if I’ll try again. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. But I do know this — she was the first name my heart whispered, and maybe the last it’ll hold onto.
I won’t chase, I won’t plead. I’ll simply let her be free, with love in her path, and peace in mine. Let her live with happiness, and let me carry her memory like a soft echo in the morning breeze — a smile… and a single tear that says, “Thank you.”
– Written by Abi | TheAbiWorld.com