There comes a day when the silence answers for you.
When I stop needing you to explain
why love felt like waiting in the rain for a door that never opened.
I stopped counting the questions,
stopped chasing closure like it could fix the cracks you left behind.
Maybe I was never meant to understand you
just to outgrow what hurt me.
You taught me what almost feels like,
how hope can ache louder than heartbreak.
You taught me that I can pour everything into someone and still be left thirsty.
And that’s okay.
Because somewhere between breaking and rebuilding,
I found pieces of myself I’d buried in you.
My softness, my fire, my voice
all the things I dimmed to make room for your shadow.
Now I speak in boundaries,
I pray in peace,
I dance in the spaces where I once begged to be seen.
And when I whisper “I love you,”
it’s to myself first.
You were never my forever
you were the mirror that showed me
what I refuse to settle for again.
There are no more questions now,
just quiet acceptance
and a heart that finally knows:
loving someone deeply
should never mean losing yourself completely.
