On Wednesday, May 7th, at my favorite restaurant, for a brief moment, our paths crossed — and maybe that was the whole story.
For the very first moment, I reminded myself that not every love is meant to last forever. Some are meant to remind us what it feels like to feel. And I’m thankful for that.
So here I am, on a Sunday night in your birthday month, finally letting go of what I’ve been feeling. I might shed a tear, but this is me — admitting that I’m letting my feelings go to a better place. Maybe in a prayer, maybe in a dream.
In my mind, we were beautiful. I think you would’ve fallen for me. Let’s just keep it like that. Deep down, I’m thankful to you — for reminding me how to feel again, for letting me dream about romance once more. You know what they say: it’s always better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
I hope one day, you’ll come across this and read it. I only have a grateful heart since I met you. I didn’t know you very well, and neither did you know me. But I learned something valuable — to not be afraid to feel. To love doesn’t always mean to be loved back, because the most important thing is that the feeling was real. My feelings for you were true, and that’s enough for me.
I don’t wish for us to meet again. I only wish that both of us become better versions of ourselves. I pray for your happiness — and here’s a quiet cheer for you from afar. I really mean it.
If I were brave enough, I’d mention your name here. But even if I don’t, I believe you’ll know. This piece is for you.
Six months have been enough for me to bottle up this feeling. Some chapters are short, yet they leave entire novels within us. You should know that you left your marks on me. When I reread this piece someday, I hope I will have already written my true love story — and smile before I delete this one.
