Me After You

They say you never truly see the value of something until it’s gone. You never realize how much someone cares until they stop trying. At first, you take everything for granted—the little things, the fleeting moments, the quiet presence of someone who loves you unconditionally. But when all of it disappears, when the warmth turns to coldness, that’s when the regret begins to creep in. And regret… regret is the kind of pain that lingers, the kind that never truly fades.

I love Lee. Everyone knows that. From the very beginning, I was sure of my feelings for him. And every time I saw him smile, I felt a strange sense of peace, as if the world had finally aligned in the way it was meant to be. His laughter was my favorite sound, his presence my safest place. I thought that as long as I had him, everything would be fine.

But everything changed when his smiles turned into tears—tears that I caused.

It started slowly, in ways I barely noticed. A hesitation in his voice. A silence that stretched a little too long. The way his fingers no longer lingered in mine when we held hands. I told myself it was nothing. I told myself we were just busy, just tired. But deep down, I knew.

The love we built, the love I thought was unbreakable, was crumbling right in front of me. And I did nothing to stop it.

He fell in love with me. But I cannot deny that I fell harder.

And now, as I stand here, watching him walk away, I wonder—what’s left of us?

What’s left of me?