You Were Always My Favourite
I’ve always told you, “You are my favorite.” And no, it was never a joke, never just words, never fake. I meant every syllable, every time, straight from my heart.
For the past four years, everything I shared with you came from a place so deep inside me, my emotions, my truth, my dreams. I wasn’t just talking. I was opening my soul. Yes, we’ve had our share of fights. Yes, there were nights when both of us broke down, shattered by the words we threw, or the silence we left behind. And yes, we both walked through nights with tear-stained pillows and unspoken pain. But I’ve come to understand that, too, was love. Real love isn’t always beautiful. It’s not always soft or easy. Sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes, it tests. Sometimes, it scars. But in that storm, if the love is true, it doesn’t disappear, it transforms. It grows. You said we both broke our hearts, and maybe we did. But I also believe we gave each other parts of ourselves that no one else ever got. That counts for something. Maybe for everything.
If you ever read this, I hope you remember: You were, are, and will always be my favorite. No matter where life takes us. No matter how far the days pull us apart. That truth still lives quietly in my heart.
-AK
