I fell in love with him.
Not halfway, not in pieces—
fully, blindly,
with all the hope I had left.

We could’ve worked.
We should’ve.
We had every reason to become something
beautiful,
loud,
and lasting.

But love,
no matter how real,
cannot carry two people alone.

He gave up.
He didn’t want to try.
And all the things that should’ve happened—
they stayed dreams,
never got the chance to breathe.

I still love him.
I always will.
But I will not let that love
become my cage.

I won’t keep breaking my own heart
for someone
who didn’t even reach out to hold it.

Because it doesn’t matter
what we could’ve been—
when he chose not to be.

I love him,
but I won’t let him destroy me.