arjae :
I hope she see this..
It hurts more than I care to admit. Not in a dramatic, world-stopping sort of way—but in those quiet, inconvenient moments when a memory of you slips in uninvited and refuses to leave.
I thought, at one point, that perhaps I could turn it into resentment. That if I found a way to hate you, it might all become a bit easier. But I simply can’t. Because what we had was genuine. And you… you were never something I could reduce to bitterness.
The truth is, I still care. Not in the way I once did, not in a way that asks for anything in return—but in a quieter, more restrained sort of way. The kind that lingers without making a scene.
Perhaps that’s the cruel irony of it all—loving someone, yet knowing they no longer belong in your life.
Still, I suppose there’s something rather human in that. To feel deeply, to lose, and yet not let it harden you.
So I’ll carry it with a bit of grace, I think. The love, the hurt, all of it… and learn, slowly, how to let you go.
2026-04-03 08:12:58