To the One I Loved in Silence
I don’t even know how to begin this letter.
Maybe because there was never really a beginning for us —
only glances, half-kept promises,
and moments that felt like forever but meant nothing to you.
I loved you in ways words can’t quite hold.
In the stillness, in the quiet,
in the spaces between your absence and your almosts.
You were never mine, not really,
but I carried you like a secret,
like a prayer I whispered to the night
hoping the stars would turn your heart toward me.
You came to me only when the world was heavy,
when she wasn’t there to hold your hand —
I let you rest in the softness of me,
thinking maybe, just maybe,
You were never looking for a home like me.
You were chasing a dream,
and I was just a safe place to land when your wings grew tired.
the woman you dreamed of.
And I watched it all from a distance,
grieving a love I never truly had,
mourning a future I only imagined.
You kept calling even when you knew you shouldn't.
Even as vows were waiting to be spoken.
And I — foolishly — kept listening.
Because somewhere deep inside me,
I still wanted to believe I was the one.
I was the silence between your dreams.
So this is me — finally, truly — letting go.
Because I deserve more than borrowed moments.
More than lingering touches that lead to nowhere.
More than being remembered only when it’s convenient.
I hope she gives you everything you searched for.
And I hope you forget the softness of my name,
because I’m done being your secret sorrow.
but I will leave you loudly —
and in all the pieces of me you never saw.
— The woman who loved you deeper than you’ll ever know.
dededos
prguitarman
romaincrisis
ellievsbear
vaporwave
