If I say I’ve never fallen in love,
would you believe me?
who would trust my truth?
It’s true—my heart has never wandered
beyond the love of my family.
Some say it’s my dreams that hold me tight,
others claim my introversion shields my heart.
But beneath those layers lies a story,
one of a girl I loved a decade ago,
seven years of silent devotion
to a love that never bloomed.
I carried questions like stones:
Why didn’t we share this dream?
She spoke of futures intertwined,
yet I felt the shadows of separation
looming over us,
a quiet certainty that one day
we would drift apart.
Her hand in mine took my breath away,
a fleeting moment of warmth,
but where are those gentle holds now?
Yes, I love you more than words can say,
but I know my heart is a ghost in your world,
and your beauty, like a statue, stands unmoving,
a heart encased in stone.
Was it your fault? Was it mine?
I sensed the spark between us,
but we let it flicker,
choosing silence over declarations,
believing that love needed no labels.
And still, I see you searching,
yearning for someone better,
while I turn away,
embracing my solitude.
You are happy, and I am content,
for life is a beautiful journey,
and I wish you joy in all your tomorrows.
So here’s to you,
the love I never claimed—
may your path be bright,
and may you find what you seek.
I’ll cherish the memory,
but now,
I must let you go.