Last night, I dreamed of us—
a little older, but still you,
with that same beautiful smile
and those dark brown eyes
that once held my whole world.
I could hear children in the background,
voices like echoes of a life
we never lived,
and when I looked into your eyes,
I saw everything—
our forever.
The dream felt like forever, too,
though in reality, it was just a moment,
a fleeting glimpse of what might have been.
And when I woke up,
for the first time,
I didn't wish to fall back in,
didn't long for the dream to continue.
Instead, I stood before the mirror,
gazing at the person I've become,
and whispered softly,
"At least I have you in that lifetime."
And that was enough.
Enough to carry on with my day,
to move forward
with a peace I didn't know I needed.
The kind of closure
that comes not with finality,
but with acceptance.
—𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓊𝓈
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
