#helarme

I still love you, darling, with every flaw you claim to carry, with every storm you think makes you difficult to love, with every wound you try to hide behind your smile. I still love you. Not despite those things, but knowing they are part of you.

I have a few verses for you. A couple of unfinished letters, waiting for that final spark that never came. A few touches, some embraces I never gave you, a love that was honest and pure, and so many other parts of me that you let slip away. Sometimes I wonder if you ever noticed them at all. Or if they remained where I left them: between what I felt and what we never became.

Love was never meant to be perfect; only constant. The pain is not in loving someone. The pain is in placing your heart in the hands of someone who never learned how to hold it gently.

In a kinder universe, you would have chosen to stay. And I would have spent my days learning every version of your smile.

Stay. Wrap your arms around me before time does what it always does, turns love into a distant memory.