Love That Waited. And Never Gave Up

They said I was foolish to wait.

They said love doesn’t pause the world — but mine did. The day you walked away, time slowed. Not in some dramatic, movie-like way… but in the quiet, aching way that only the heart understands.

You didn’t slam the door. You didn’t shout.

You just... faded. Slowly.

The way a song ends before you're ready.

And I? I stayed frozen in that last note.

Seasons changed. People came and went. Friends told me to move on — to swipe to date to forget. But how do you forget someone whose absence still fills a room?

See, love real love it doesn’t ask for loud declarations. It lingers in the softest moments. In the empty side of the bed. In the coffee I still make with two spoons of sugar, just how you liked it. In the playlist I still can’t skip because your favorite song plays fourth.

I didn’t wait with obsession.

I waited with faith.

There’s a difference.

Because I had seen you — not just your smile, but the quiet war behind your eyes. The way you laughed even when life was unfair. The way you loved when you were still healing. And I knew… people like you don’t come around twice.

So I waited.

Not because I didn’t have a life to live — I did. I still went to work. I still laughed at jokes. I still looked okay in photos.

But inside me, there was a chair at the table that was always empty. A silence that had your name on it.

I didn’t reach out. Not because I didn’t want to. But because I loved you enough to let you go when you needed space. That’s the thing about true love — it’s not a prison. It’s a prayer.

And every night before I slept whispered yours.

Not asking you to come back…

Just hoping you were warm, safe, and maybe — just maybe — thinking of me too.

People moved on. Even you, perhaps. But me?

I stayed. Not stuck. Just sure.

Sure that love when it’s true doesn’t fade — it waits.

I saw others. Spoke to some. Laughed a little. But no one made me forget the way you once looked at me when I wasn’t even talking. The way you said my name like it meant something.

They say if you love someone let them go.

I did.

But I also left the door slightly open… just in case your heart ever found its way back.

And if it never does?

Then at least I loved you with everything I had — without ego without expectations, and without regret.

Because the kind of love I gave you?

It doesn’t expire.

It doesn’t beg.

And it never never gives up.

Real love doesn’t always knock loud — sometimes, it waits at the same door every day, hoping you’ll open it again.