A LOVE LONG GONE

A\N;

This is dedicated to all those who had to let go of their love, to those who loved quietly, from afar, and never truly had the chance to speak their hearts. May you find peace in letting go and strength in knowing that your love, though unspoken, was real.

I saw your smile once,

and that single moment stuck deeply in my heart.

It wasn’t just a curve of lips —

it was light,

it was warmth in a world that had gone cold.

Your smile healed scars I didn’t even know were there.

Like sunlight pouring through broken windows,

you made everything feel gentle,

even when life wasn’t.

I loved you quietly.

Not in grand gestures or poetic lines,

but in the silence between my thoughts.

I loved you with my heart,

only to realize —

you had someone else all this while.

But she, your love, is just as beautiful as you.

Her grace shines like the stars,

her wisdom fills the air around her,

and the way she looks at you —

I can see how much she loves you,

how much she understands you.

What can I do now?

I barely have the strength to cry.

Even tears feel tired,

like they’ve run their course,

just like my hope.

What can I say?

My words are always quiet,

hidden behind lips too afraid to speak,

a voice that only echoes inside my mind.

I ask again — what can I do?

I barely survive some days.

I carry this weight like a secret,

hoping the world doesn’t see how heavy it really is.

Was loving you just a game of twists and turns?

Was I foolish to believe

that maybe — just maybe —

you felt it too?

You smiled at me once,

and in that second,

I thought my world had collapsed into something beautiful.

It was like time paused,

the universe leaning in to listen.

But nothing came after.

No words, no signs —

just silence.

Each day passes

with thoughts of you trailing behind like shadows.

I don’t chase them anymore;

I just let them linger,

hoping they’ll fade.

But they never do.

You were never mine to begin with —

I know that.

But knowing doesn’t make it easier.

It just makes the ache quieter,

more familiar.

Admiring you from afar

has become part of my routine.

I see you in passing,

and it’s enough to ruin my day,

or make it.

It depends.

I try so hard to find the courage

just to say something simple —

Hi. How was your day?

But the words stick,

my chest tightens,

and I let the moment pass.

Again.

Is it fear that holds me back?

Or something deeper —

like the belief that you deserve someone braver,

someone louder?

I don’t know.

But still,

I believe in love.

In messy, imperfect, one-sided love.

In late-night thoughts and unsent messages.

Maybe that’s foolish.

Maybe it’s beautiful.

When will we meet again — truly meet,

beyond awkward glances and half-smiles?

Is there a time,

a space,

where I can finally tell you what’s in my heart

without fear?

I dream of that day.

Not for your answer,

but for the peace it would bring —

to finally say it,

and let it go.

And to you both,

I wish you nothing but happiness,

a love that grows with every smile,

and a future as beautiful and wise as she is.