I was never a villain, only a soul who carried too much weight in silence. They looked at me as if I held shadows in my palms, but those shadows were not born to harm. They were born because I refused to let the world dictate the light I should keep.

Perhaps I have been misunderstood, but what is life if not a sequence of misinterpretations? I did not destroy—though sometimes my steps left ruins. I did not betray—though sometimes my silence felt like abandonment. I only walked the path I believed in, even if it cut me open, even if it painted me in colors that others feared to name.

If love called me selfish, it was because I wanted to remain myself within it. If society called me strange, it was because I could not dissolve into their endless sameness. And if someone ever whispered that I was cruel, perhaps it was only because I had the courage to choose myself when everyone else demanded surrender.

I was never a villain.

I was only human—broken, stubborn, longing, yet still burning with the secret fire that keeps me alive in this world that never stops asking for masks.

I was the cold of an unfinished thought, a sentence left out in winter—but you, you were a season that returned with every tea you made sweeter, with every breath you folded into my silence.

In you, the dusk found a reason to linger. In me, it found a place to warm.

And when the sky finally dimmed, i stayed, not out of fear—but hope that maybe not all light leaves completely. Some of it rests in your hands, your voice, your patience—and some, perhaps, stayed with me too.

Your silence never judge, only waited—and i, once lost in darkness, now return—not whole, but willing.

If the candle is still burning, let it find me here—trusting, true.

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