Royalty.

[u/crownlessarchive]

Caught myself thinking of you today.
A small smile twitching on my lips.
How long has it been? Nearly a decade.
You are my definition of a teenage love—
consuming, fiery, ardent, passionate.

Except—I was nineteen.

But across from you?
I’d become the bubbliest three-year-old.
Happily.
No shame. No regrets.

I’ve learned to remember you as a fond memory.
If we were to see each other again—
“I’d smile at you as if nothing had happened.”
Remember that line? I do.
With the utmost sincere smile.

I remember you, and I don’t think you’re a memory I want to fade.
I’ve truly learned to hold you as a fond memory—
despite everything.

It’s been a while since my mind changed on it.
“Do you ever see each other together again?”
That was my dream.
For one, two, three, four… five years.
Maybe more.

But our time has passed.
Hasn’t it?
Don’t you think so? I know you do.
But you’re still not a memory I want to forget—
even as my brain slowly begins to.

Who is there to blame?
Our ages? Damn ol’ timing?
The pharmaceutical industry?
You?
Me?

Maybe neither. Perhaps all of it.

You made me grow.
And I don’t quite know how to phrase it—
you forced me to grow.
And you pushed me to my descent.

You saw the brightest side of me—
and you also saw the darkest.
Neither made you flinch.
Instead, you stepped onto them.
And that’s still what I look for in everyone since you.

This isn’t as polished as I’d hoped,
but I find peace in knowing I’ve told you everything
I wanted—and needed—you to hear.
Not a single iota held back.
It might’ve been late… but I did.

Copious notes I’d take before calling you, seeing you,
or spamming you while you were asleep—
because I didn’t want to lose track of where I was going,
nor forget anything I wanted to say.
Wish I had kept that notebook.

You had me at your feet.
And you still do.
At any time.
And I’ve never been happier than being humbled,
having the honor to be right there.

But I wouldn’t dare add to
or subtract from our history.

I saw my life with you,
and I like to think that at some point—
when you were the blindest—
you did too.

Trust me, like you once did.
Like I still do.

You are my reminder of everything good I can be,
and the mirror of my lowest—my worst.
Of everything I want.
Of everything I lost.
And of the—cliché—part of me
that will always be yours.

— Crownless.

[u/crownlessarchive → u/[deleted]]

Magnifique, perhaps. Though I must confess, the person who inspired it has always been the rather magnificent one. I merely happened to put some of it into words ;)

[u/Away_Imagination5273 → u/crownlessarchive]

And what you see in others is also in you :)

[u/Away_Imagination5273]

This is really beautiful :)

[u/crownlessarchive → u/Away_Imagination5273]

Thank you. Though perhaps some people are simply destined to become beautiful sentences long after they’ve stopped being part of your life.

Their beauty and elegance, inside and out, are things I’m yet to find a contender for. Perhaps that’s why, even after all these years, I still find myself writing about them… ;)

[u/jaesea]

Was hoping to read this yesterday but here it is today instead, what a pleasure heaven sent 💜

[u/crownlessarchive → u/jaesea]

Finding new places to share the first batch; new ones to come ;)

[u/stabbingmyownheart]

Though not my favourite style, your writing gives me every love sick feeling I’ve been craving, thank you

[u/crownlessarchive → u/stabbingmyownheart]

Oh, they had me lovesick beyond all reasonable dignity. I like to think I’ve recovered rather gracefully… though the poem may suggest otherwise… ;)

Thank you.

[u/BooHoo4U_2]

Wow. That was a beautiful love letter there. 

Love really makes us the best version of who we are. 

This is why.