𖣂 :
I don’t say your name, because if I do, my heart will call you again. And I don’t want to call you anymore, knowing you won’t come. We didn’t break up — we slowly lost each other. The hardest kind of separation is the one that ends without even realizing it’s over. The more you stayed silent, the more I tried to understand you. And the more I understood, the more I lost my place. You didn’t leave… but you didn’t stay in my arms either. A person hurts the most when they love something they cannot touch. You called it love, but love is staying. Yet you left me alone in the middle of my hopes. I let you go, because staying meant breaking a little more every day. But letting go didn’t heal me either. Now my nights are full of you, and my mornings are forced to live without you. Every day I try to separate myself from you, but my heart refuses. If one day you remember me, may your heart ache — a pain so deep that you tell no one about it. So you know that someone who loved you died silently inside. I won’t remember you with hate. After loving this much, hate doesn’t suit me. I lost you with a heart full of love. I won’t erase your name from my heart. It burns with you, stays silent with you, and endures with you. This is not a goodbye. This is the last breath of love left inside me. Goodbye… for making me love you this much and then leaving me alone. 💔
2026-03-11 08:58:56