How do I tell you..

I think my life has always been about letting go of things I never wanted to lose.
Not because I chose to, but because I had no control over how things turned out.
And somewhere along the way, everything I loved slowly became a lesson.
I keep asking myself, who am I even becoming better for?

Am I just meant to give and give until there’s nothing left of me?
What hurts the most isn’t just losing you…
its how easily I became someone you could easily replace without a second thought.
I keep replaying everything, our conversations, our promises…
wondering if I missed something and you saw it?
If there was a chance, a conversation we never had,
a misunderstanding that changed everything.

Because I would have tried. I would have done anything to make you feel loved.
Not perfectly. But honestly.
I never understood when love started needing proof,
or when silence became easier than asking questions.
Were my actions and words not enough to convince you?

I wish things didnt end with distance, silence and doubt,
like what we had was something to regret instead of something that mattered.
But even after all of this…

I still hope you become everything you dream of being.
That you find happiness, in whatever form it comes to you.
Maybe that’s the only part of love that stays…
even after everything else is gone.