You Didn’t Have to Heal Me #231
You didn’t have to heal me.
You didn’t have to gather
the broken pieces of a past
you never created.
Those wounds were never yours to carry,
never yours to mend.
Healing was always my journey.
Fixing myself was always my responsibility.
What I needed
was never a savior.
I simply needed love.
A hand that wouldn’t let go
when the storms arrived.
A heart that chose mine
without trying to reshape it.
Someone who would accept me
for who I was,
and quietly stand beside me
as I grew into who I was becoming.
That was enough.
It always would have been enough.
I appreciate everything you tried to do,
every moment you believed
you could make the pain disappear.
But love
was all I ever asked for.
Somewhere along the way,
we reached the end.
Maybe I wasn’t enough.
Maybe I didn’t fit
the picture you had painted.
Maybe I couldn’t become
the person you wanted me to be.
Whatever the reason,
life kept moving,
even when my heart wanted it to stand still.
These days,
I’ve laid down the dream
of searching for another forever.
I’m tired of chasing love.
Tired of wondering
if someone will finally stay.
I’ve had my share of goodbyes,
my share of promises
that couldn’t outlive reality.
You were supposed to be
my forever.
Life chose differently.
So now,
you no longer live beside me,
or in the future I once imagined.
You live somewhere quieter.
A place time cannot erase,
where memories are gentle
instead of painful.
Not in my world anymore
but forever,
in my heart.
Yours Faithfully 🌻












