It’s all good,
until it isn’t.
until you miss them so much it feels like breathing through glass
the air still moves,
But it cuts.

You tell yourself you’re fine,
that they don’t owe you presence,
that affection has no receipts,
but still
Your chest feels like a house missing its heartbeat.

the sun shines,
but you’re cold.
their laughter echoes in places they’ve never been,
their name hums like a background song you can’t turn off.

Absence weighs heavier than rejection
because at least rejection answers,
But absence just lingers.
It makes time feel slower,
like it’s waiting for them too.

you remember:
the way their hands found yours mid-conversation,
How you didn’t need music to dance,
How three hours felt like five minutes,
And goodbye always felt like too soon.

You were both soft
too soft for a world that rushes love,
too gentle for a generation that confuses closeness with possession.

You don’t want gold,
or diamonds,
or labels
just that kind of peace
that feels like falling asleep on someone’s shoulder,
knowing you could stay or go,
And they’d still understand.

So you wait,
not for them,
But for the part of you that feels whole again.
Because maybe love isn’t always about staying
Maybe it’s about learning
How to hold what’s gone
Without letting go of yourself.