Some people will love you
like a storm loves the sea—
wild, loud, crashing
and temporary.
Some will hold your hand
until it's inconvenient
until your cracks show
until you ask for too much
(which was never too much, by the way).
And some?
Some will walk away
without a proper goodbye
without returning your last text
without looking back.
It will hurt.
Like hell.
But listen.
There are people
who stay.
The ones who hold your shaking hands
when the world is crumbling.
The ones who see your mess
and still choose you.
The ones who don’t need you to be
anything but
you.
They exist.
They are quiet,
soft,
rare.
Look for them.
Fight for them.
Be them.
And when the ones who leave
try to haunt you in the dark,
whisper back:
“I survived you.”
About the Creator
MD RUMAN HOSSAIN
Master's in Disaster & Human Security Management. I write about climate resilience, crisis response, and human rights—exploring how communities adapt, survive, and rebuild in a changing world.
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