Some stories break your heart even without being your own.
Today, I watched my friend stand outside an old classroom, eyes fixed on a memory he’ll never get back. His girlfriend no longer here, no longer breathing, no longer anything but a beautiful past. And today, he stood still, like time had paused for him, waiting for someone who will never return.
And I cried.
Because while he waits for a ghost, I wait for a Man who’s alive and walking this Earth, but just not walking toward me.
He’s here. He exists. Sometimes I see him laugh. Sometimes I see him pass by without even knowing how much my heart aches for him. He doesn’t love me. Maybe he never did. But I do. And I still do. Every day.
I don’t get a smile. I don’t get a message. I don’t even get to be someone he notices anymore. But somehow, knowing he’s still in this world gives me hope. A painful kind of hope, but hope nonetheless.
There’s still a heartbeat.
A chance.
A flicker of maybe.
A silent presence is better than an eternal absence.
Loving someone who doesn’t love you back hurts. But today I realized: it’s still a gift. Because some people are loving souls they can never touch again, never hear from again, never hope to get back. They wait with no second chances. I’m waiting for just one.
And that, in some strange, twisted, heart breaking way… feels like a blessing.
His eyes don’t search for me. But mine follow him like he’s the last poem in a book I never want to finish.
I don’t know if he’ll ever turn around. I don’t know if I’ll ever mean something to him again. But if love is patient, then let mine be. If love is kind, let mine continue even without being returned.
He doesn’t love me.
But he’s still here.
And for now, that’s enough for me.
So while he waits for someone who will never come back, I wait for someone who might.
Maybe.
Someday.
“Sometimes, the heart waits for reasons the mind will never understand.”
To anyone loving silently, painfully, and endlessly…
You’re not alone. Your love is still valid, still beautiful, even if it lives quietly inside you. One day, whether it blooms or teaches you something deeper, your heart will be proud it loved this much.
~ From someone who’s still waiting, but learning to see the blessing in it.
