Á V A L O N

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

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

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.