Him and I
We have reached the end of our road.
Is this what my heart longed for? No.
But it is the truth carved into my chest.
The greatest heartbreak I will ever know
was not a single strike,
but the slow undoing of me—
bone by bone,
hope by fragile hope.
I loved you. I waited. I believed.
I thought you would cross oceans,
tear down walls,
fight for us.
But you stood still.
Eight years,
and still no promise, no ring,
only the hollow words:
“I don’t believe in marriage.”
No work, no effort, no future built—
just me, holding a love
that was always one-sided.
Almost a decade later,
I finally see.
Love cannot survive on waiting.
It cannot live on dreams alone.
The pain is not just in letting you go,
but in knowing I was never truly seen—
never the soul.
And though it shatters me to leave,
I cannot carry what was never meant
to be held alone.
