14/07/2025
Because sometimes,
the most honest “I love you”
isn’t staying,
it’s leaving.
It’s sitting across from you
at a coffee shop,
forcing a smile
while my heart breaks
because I know
this is the last time.
It’s packing up your hoodie
I’ve worn a hundred nights,
folding it carefully,
like I’m tucking away
every memory.
It’s driving past places
that used to be ours,
hands gripping the wheel
to keep from turning back.
It’s watching you walk away
with pieces of me still in your hands,
and saying nothing,
because I know this is what you need.
It’s knowing I could have begged,
could have pleaded,
but love isn’t chains.
So I let you go,
even if it means losing a part of myself
I’ll never get back.
Because love,
sometimes means
choosing their happiness
over yours.
And that’s why,
as much as it hurts,
my “I love you”
had to be
“goodbye.”
