forever huh?!

I never believed in love—too absorbed in myself to leave space for another. Then you arrived, and suddenly there were firsts— a hand I didn’t pull away from, late nights that blurred into something softer than sleep. People spoke, but I kept us quiet, almost hidden— like something fragile shouldn’t be named out loud. You once said, “please trust me,” and “please don’t go,” as if words could hold everything together. Then came, “please let me go… I’m done with you,” and now it echoes softer—“please let go.” Strange how something so brief can rewrite the parts of you you thought were permanent.