āIām writing today because itās what youāve been wanting me to do. To write instead of letting things rot inside me. To put words where there are only feelings. To stop pretending that silence is the same thing as peace.
So here I am. Writing.
And I wish I could tell you that I finally have the answers. I donāt. I only know that I love you. I love you with a certainty that should make everything else easier, but somehow it doesnāt. Because every day feels like a repetition of the last. The same conversations, the same disappointments, the same hope that tomorrow will be different. And lately Iāve been wondering if weāre fighting for a future thatās waiting for us, or if weāre just delaying an ending that has been quietly approaching for a long time. Maybe thatās what love does. Maybe it keeps you standing in the doorway long after youāve forgotten whether youāre trying to leave or trying to stay.
All I know is that I am writing today. And every sentence somehow begins and ends with you.ā ā memoirsofbilal (via Instagram)

















