17/03/2025
๐ฟ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐ฟ๐ง๐๐๐ข๐๐ง,
I donโt know when I lost youโif it happened all at once or if you slipped away piece by piece, so quietly that I didnโt even notice until it was too late.
But, I do know this: I search for you everywhereโin the mirror, in old photographs, in the echoes of laughter that donโt sound quite the same anymore.
I remember the way you used to dream. You used to believe in thingsโbeautiful, impossible things. You had this light in your eyes, this wild, stubborn hope that refused to be dimmed. You thought the world was kind. That love was simple. That growing up meant becoming more, not losing parts of yourself along the way.
"๐๐ค๐ง ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ค ๐จ๐ข๐๐ก๐ก, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐จ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐จ๐ค ๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐."
I wish I could hold you now. I wish I could tell you to run, to fight, to never let them take that fire from you. I wish I could shield you from the voices that told you that you werenโt enough. From the hands that hurt you. From the days you spent curled up in the dark, too tired to keep trying.
But I wasnโt there for you, was I? I let you down.
Iโm so sorry.
I let them dim your light, let them convince you that you were never enough. I should have fought for you. I should have held on.
And now, I grieve for you like you were someone I once knew, like you were a love I lost instead of the person I should have been.
I carry the weight of all the things you never got to become, all the dreams you had to bury, all the smiles that never reached your eyes.
But I know now that some things canโt be undone. Some wounds heal, but they leave scars that whisper of what was lost. And, maybe, I will never be the person you wanted to become. I donโt know if I can ever bring you back, but I promise you thisโyou are not forgotten, you are not erased.
"๐๐๐๐ฎ'๐ก๐ก ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐, ๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ."
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, the world will understand what you could have been.
And when that day comesโ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช, I will be strong. Strong enough to live for you. Strong enough to carry your dreams, even when they feel too heavy. To make something beautiful out of whatโs left of you.
Because you are still here, aren't you? Somewhere, deep inside. In the quiet spaces between heartbeats. In the memories that refuse to fade.
And even if no one else remembers, even if the world never saw you the way I didโ
๐๐ค๐ช'๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ. Always.
For the dreamer who still lives,
The You Who Never Left
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