Love is not always enough. No matter how hard you love, it's not always enough to hold on to someone. People leave for reasons they will never explain, and sometimes the love that fills your heart is not enough to fill the empty spaces in theirs. Some love stories are meant to remain unfinished, their endings written in someone else’s hands. And sometimes, the person you would have crossed oceans for won’t even step over a puddle for you. Time doesn’t always soften the sting of goodbye. That there are some departures you will never fully understand, some absences you will never stop feeling. The days pass, seasons change, and yet, some wounds remain raw beneath the surface. You convince yourself that you have healed, only for their name to slip into a conversation or for a random thought to pop up in your mind. Suddenly, you are back in that moment, watching them walk away while you silently beg them to stay. I have learned that the people who once made you feel safest can a...
Life feels full of almosts. Almost made it, almost said it, almost had it. I still recall the roads not traveled, chances overlooked, love that slipped away, dreams on the brink of realization but ultimately lost, and the unspoken words that lingered in my mind. It's haunting how these 'what ifs' linger, refusing to fade with time. One 'almost' still lingers - the one I convinced myself was the turning point. I recall the anxious anticipation, the deafening wait, and the crushing stillness that followed. And then there's the person I nearly let in. I remember rehearsing those vulnerable words, only to let fear silence me. My 'almosts' are woven into everyday moments too - the days I nearly gave up but found the strength to keep going, the nights I yearned for connection but stayed quiet, the people I kept at a distance for fear of vulnerability. They're in the opportunities I let slip away, the books left unread, the unexpressed emotions, and the ...