I WAS READY TO FALL IN LOVE

I was ready.

Not just curious, not just dreaming—

I mean ready.

Heart open, fears quieted,

All the walls I’d spent years building?

Gone.

I cleaned out the mess in my heart,

Put fresh hope on the shelf,

Even told myself,

“This time… this time it could be real.

Then you walked in.

Not like a storm or a spotlight,

More like morning sunlight through a window.

Soft.

Sudden.

Beautiful in the way it didn’t try to be.

And I started to trust again.

I told you things I hadn’t told anyone.

I laughed in ways I forgot I could.

You made ordinary moments feel like movies.

Just us.

No scripts, no masks, just breath and truth.

But love,

Love didn’t stay.

You didn’t stay.

No big fight, no loud goodbye.

You just… faded.

Like a song that ends mid-chorus.

I checked my phone.

I replayed our last conversation.

I wondered what I did,

What I didn’t do.

The silence was louder than anything you ever said.

But here’s the thing,

I don’t hate you.

I don’t even blame you.

Because for a moment,

A real, honest moment,

I was in love.

Not with what we were,

But with who I was when I believed.

And that version of me?

I miss him sometimes.

He was brave.

He dared.

He loved.

So no, I don’t regret it.

I was ready to fall in love.

And that, in itself,

Is something beautiful.