Lesson in Love

The saddest part of this story is that

you didn’t care enough to pause—

to see the trembling in my voice,

or the ache behind my questions.

You didn’t acknowledge it.

You assumed I shouldn’t be hurt.

And instead of easing my pain,

you slipped into silence and blocked me,

as if I was too loud for your comfort.

You didn’t care enough to reassure me.

Again.

I guess I expected too much,

invested too soon,

believed too deeply in your half-spoken words.

I guess I didn’t matter enough—

not enough to warrant the extra mile.

When all I ever asked for

was a little clarity,

a little softness,

a little “I’m here.”

When all I ever wanted

was to feel truly wanted.

So much for being vulnerable,

for wearing my heart unguarded.

You weren’t ready to meet me where I stood—

and that’s okay.

It hurts,

but I can live with that.

Because I’ve learned,

even love leaves lessons behind

Too Good to Be True

I said, “This is too good to be true.” 

 And well… 

it probably really was. 

There it is. 

 Just for a moment, 

I hoped it would last. 

But it didn’t — and that’s okay. 

I can live with that. 

I told you once: 

 “I have this list 

— the ones that should never be crossed. Because those are complicated. 

 And I don’t do complicated. 

I want a peaceful life.” 

But it’s funny 

— because if it’s not a weirdo, 

 it’s someone from that list. 

 Crazy, isn’t it? 

 "Lord, is this a test?” 🤣🤣🤣 

Sometimes, life throws a joke your way. 

But you know what? 

I did find wisdom in all of this. 

So… thank you. .

An Honest Mistake

I'm walking away 

— not because I didn’t love you, 

 or because I didn’t love you enough to stay.

I’m walking away for me 

— because it didn’t feel right. 

Because I didn’t feel like 

someone you truly wanted. 

Perhaps you just felt 

obliged to say I love you too. 

Because, like you said, 

this all began with a misunderstanding 

— a moment I thought meant 

something more than it ever did for you. 

Oh well… 

then it was an honest mistake, 

wasn’t it? 

Just an honest mistake. 

But not one I regret. 

 Because even in the ache, 

 I still chose to love 

— fully, fiercely, without condition. 

And now, I choose to let go 

with the same grace I held 

when I said yes.

Too Real

I might have caught you off guard, 

when you were just playfully tossing 

"I love yous" and "marry mes" 

to strangers online. 

But there I was 

— perhaps too naive, 

 too trusting, 

 too full of hope for my own good. 

I said “I love you too” 

with every fiber of my being, 

with every beat of my heart. 

God be my witness. 

Maybe you were never ready to get real, 

As you'd like to think

Or as you said you were. 

But I was. I was real. 

 

Maybe even too real for you. 

I cared — deeply. 

I saw you — as you showed yourself. 

Or maybe… 

Was it just performance? 

I’ll never know. 

And that’s okay. 

It’s okay not to know. 

It’s okay to hurt. 

It’s okay to cry. 

It’s okay that I loved deeply 

and still had to let go. 

Not because I was afraid of love. 

But because I didn’t feel safe 

Or secure in the kind of love you gave. 

I wasn’t asking for perfection. 

That’s overrated. 

I wanted presence.

I was looking for something real 

— because I was real. 

And I always will be.

I Love Anyway

My heart bleeds 

— not from weakness, 

but from the strength 

of loving without regrets. 

I love despite the ache, 

in spite of the fear. 

I give even when it hurts, 

because love is always worth the risk. 

No one can promise 

it will be returned. 

No one can guarantee 

you won’t be left empty. 

But I choose to love anyway. 

Not for the assurance, 

but for the truth that love, 

when real, 

is its own kind of freedom. 

And maybe it doesn't come back. 

Maybe it fades, 

maybe it changes, 

maybe it leaves. 

Still

— I love. 

Because that’s who I am.

I am LOVE.

To the Almost, the Maybes, the Once Upon a Time

I loved with intention,  

not for attention. 

What I gave was real, rooted, steady 

— not a flicker of passing thrill. 

You said love, 

and I believed. 

You spoke of forever, 

and I dared to dream. 

But dreams without action 

fade like mist in morning light. 

And your silence 

spoke louder than any vow. 

I wanted to be seen, 

not alongside many — but as the one. 

Not as one of many petals, 

but as the bloom you chose to hold. 

I don’t regret you. 

You were a chapter I needed to learn. 

A mirror I stared into, 

and saw my own worth reflected back through the pain. 

You didn’t break me. 

You reminded me of what I will never settle for. 

And so I close this page, 

no bitterness in my ink, just grace. 

May life be kinder to you. 

May love grow where it’s nurtured. 

May truth guide your heart 

when charm no longer shields it. 

 

Goodbye 

— not in anger, but in freedom. 

Not with blame, but with peace.