🌹 “We Begin Again”



There was a time I cried in rooms
you didn’t notice.
When I carried us both
while you watched from the sidelines,
calling it love.

I asked for your hands —
you gave me silence.
I asked for effort —
you gave me excuses.
And slowly,
a wall grew between us
that neither of us named.

Then I broke.
Not in one loud shatter —
but in a thousand soft ways
until someone else
offered me what I should’ve had with you.

I’m not proud of that chapter.
But I won’t lie about it either.
Because the truth is,
I was starving
and you were asleep.

But something strange happened
when I stopped begging —
when I stood in my power,
when I said “no more”
to the version of love
that drained me.

I told you the truth:
if it didn’t change,
we were done.
And for the first time,
you heard me.

You changed.
You worked.
You tried.
You showed up.

Not with flowers or grand words —
but with your hands in the dirt,
doing the work
we both had left undone.

And here’s what I never said aloud —
I never stopped loving you.
Even when I was breaking.
Even when I was gone.

And now,
as one door closes behind me,
I look at you —
not as the man you were,
but the one you're becoming.

And I wonder…

> Maybe love isn’t always a fairytale.
Maybe it’s what survives
after the storm.

Maybe we begin again —
not because we forget,
but because we finally
see each other clearly.


You see me now—
not as background, not as duty,
but as the woman who almost left
because she had to.
Because loving you
was breaking her.

I am not the girl who waited
for you to care.
I am the woman who looked you in the eye
and said,

> “Either meet me in this love—
or let me go.”



And you chose to stay.
Not in word,
but in action.
In the quiet mornings where your hands helped.
In the evenings when your eyes finally saw
the weight I carried for years.

I am not asking for a perfect ending.
I am asking for honesty.
For presence.
For two souls who’ve hurt,
and still choose to heal with each other.

Because the truth is—
I still love you.
I never stopped.
Not even when I was furthest from you.
Not even when I broke.

But now, I love you differently.

Not with desperation,
but with boundaries.
Not with silence,
but with truth.

If we begin again,
we begin as equals—
both of us awake.
Both of us willing.
Both of us here.


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