I wish I could say I regret loving you. I wish I could tell myself that you weren't worth the tears, the sleepless nights, or the pieces of myself I lost trying to understand why we ended this way. But I can't. Because loving you was never something I forced. It happened so naturally that I didn't even realize how deeply I had fallen until losing you felt like losing a part of myself. You became the person I wanted to tell everything to. The first person I wanted to share my good days with, and the only person I wanted beside me during the bad ones. Somewhere along the way, you stopped becoming just someone I loved—you became the future I quietly imagined. The hardest part isn't that we didn't work out. It's that after all this time, after everything I'd been through, I finally found someone who felt like everything I'd been searching for... and somehow, I still had to lose him. You fit into my life so effortlessly that I started believing you were the answer to prayers I was too afraid to say out loud. You made love feel simple. Safe. Real. That's why it's so difficult to accept that someone who felt so right could still become someone I had to say goodbye to. For the longest time, I kept hoping. I hoped you'd come back. I hoped you'd miss me the way I missed you. I hoped one day we'd look at each other and realize we made a mistake by letting go. I held on because giving up on us felt impossible. But hope is a painful thing when you're the only one carrying it. I've finally realized that I've been waiting for someone who's already made peace with leaving. There were so many nights I cried without telling you. So many mornings I smiled at everyone else while pretending my heart wasn't falling apart. There were things I wanted to ask, things I wanted to scream, but I swallowed every word because I didn't want to make you feel guilty. Even while you were breaking my heart, I was still trying to protect yours. Maybe that's what love looked like for me. Loving someone enough to carry the pain in silence. I don't hate you. Part of me wishes I did because hatred would probably make letting go easier. Instead, I'm trying to say goodbye to someone I still pray for. Someone I still care about. Someone I still love. And I don't know if there's a greater kind of heartbreak than having to walk away from someone your heart still chooses every single day. For a long time, I kept asking myself what was wrong with me. Why wasn't I enough? What could I have done differently? Was I too much? Or maybe... not enough? But I'm tired of carrying questions that may never have answers. Maybe love isn't always about finding the right person. Maybe sometimes it's about meeting the right person at the wrong time. Or maybe some people come into our lives not to stay forever, but to change us forever. I don't know which one we were. I only know that losing you changed me. I hope one day you find the happiness you've been searching for. I hope someone loves you in all the ways you need to be loved. I hope life is gentle with you. And if you ever think of me years from now, I hope you remember me as someone who loved you honestly—with no games, no pretending, no half-hearted feelings. Just love. The kind that stayed even when it was hurting. As for me... I'll learn how to let go. Slowly. Not because I stopped loving you, but because I've finally realized that loving someone shouldn't mean losing myself. This goodbye isn't because my love disappeared. It's because I have to choose myself now. So this is where I stop waiting. This is where I stop hoping you'll come back. This is where I stop searching for pieces of you in everyone I meet. You'll always have a place in my heart. Not because I couldn't move on... But because some people become a part of your story, even if they were never meant to be the ending. Goodbye. I loved you more than you'll probably ever know. And maybe, in another lifetime, we'd find each other again. Maybe then we'd get the ending we couldn't have in this one. #feelings #feelingsforyou - @samiii_crafts