Almost Mine, Always Loved
"Why don’t you speak like you used to…?"
You smiled…
but your silence echoed louder than a thousand words.
How do I stay calm around you,
when every part of me still belongs to you?
You’ve moved on,
your heart now rests somewhere else…
And I?
I’m still stuck on the page where you left.
How do I claim something
that was never mine to begin with?
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"I smiled… isn’t that enough?"
you asked.
And I, lost in the softness of your voice,
replied,
"I’ll wait..."
"But for how long?" you whispered.
And my soul answered—
Without you,
what would I ever do with these six seasons?
Spring doesn’t bloom like it used to,
Rain doesn’t sing,
Even the winter feels colder now…
Maybe... just maybe,
we’ll be the seventh season—
you and I—
in the next lifetime,
where timing isn’t cruel.
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But love…
real love…
doesn’t lock doors or clip wings.
She doesn’t need me.
She’s free—
free from attachments, from what-ifs, from us.
And I?
I loved her too deeply
to chain her with that love.
So now…
Whenever my heart trembles with hope,
I remind it of her freedom.
That’s when I turn away from her street,
stealing one last look,
from the corner of my eye…
and simply…
let her go.
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Still—
I am afraid.
Afraid of letting go of her hand,
of not walking beside her anymore.
Afraid that someone else might see
what I saw…
might hear her laugh
in the way I once did.
I’m afraid…
not of losing her—
but of never finding her again.
Not in this life.
Not even in the next.
Because when you love someone truly…
you never really stop.
You just learn to love them…
from a distance.
Quietly.
Endlessly.
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