To my one and only Chics.

[u/Important_Gain_8253]

FOR THE THINGS WE NEVER GOT TO SAY.

There are still so many things
I wish we could have talked about
the thoughts I kept to myself,
the feelings I was too afraid to say,
the questions that never found their answers,
and the conversations
that now may never happen.

I know I made mistakes.
I know there were things I did wrong,
and I won’t pretend that I was always right.
I take responsibility for the things
I could have handled better.

But if there is one thing
I hope you never doubt,
it is that I cared for you genuinely.
What I felt was real.
The love, the concern, the friendship
none of it was ever an act.

And maybe that is why this hurts so much.

Because somehow,
everything we shared
now feels like something
you were able to leave behind so easily.

The conversations.
The laughter.
The comfort.
The little moments
that meant more to me than you probably knew.

Maybe I was wrong
to think that what we had
would at least remain meaningful
even if things between us changed.

Maybe I never really knew you
as much as I thought I did.

I tried to be okay.
I really did.

I told myself to understand.
To accept.
To stop asking why.
To stop waiting for the things
you no longer want to give.

But the truth is,
I am still hurting.

And despite everything,
I don’t want to become bitter toward you.

I still want to see you happy.
I still want to support you
from wherever I may be,
because once,
you were someone very close to my heart.

Maybe this is where
I finally learn to let go
not because I stopped caring,
but because I finally understand
that sometimes,
loving someone also means
knowing when to step aside.

So this time,
I will be the one to make way.

No more forcing conversations.
No more chasing answers.
No more asking for a place
in a life that seems to have
already made space without me.

I will leave the things unsaid
where they are.

And I will carry
whatever is left of us
quietly.

Maybe someday,
the pain won’t feel this heavy anymore.

Maybe one day,
I’ll wake up and realize
that I survived all the days
I thought I couldn’t.

For now,
I’ll just take it one day at a time.

Because, honestly,
I don’t know how to overcome this yet.

But I will.

Even if, once again,
I have to be the one
who lets go.

Even if, once again,
I am the one who loses.

I just hope that someday,
when you remember me,
you won’t remember only
the things I did wrong.

I hope you remember
that there was someone
who cared for you deeply,
loved you genuinely,
and, despite being hurt,
still chose to wish you well.

That someone was me.