I WAS HOPING FOR US

I believed in "us."

In late-night promises whispered between silence and sleep, in "almosts" that felt like forever, in the way his eyes used to tell me to stay even when his words didn't.

I held on to every little thing every touch, every laugh, every moment that made me believe that this time, it was real.

But while I was holding on, he was already learning how to let go.

Slowly. Quietly. Without me noticing the distance growing between us.

I didn't realize that love could fade without a fight
that it could end in silence, in unanswered questions, in the way he stopped choosing me little by little.

Maybe that's what hurt the most... not the ending, not the distance, not even the goodbye

but the fact that I was still hoping for "us"

while he had already stopped believing in it.

This is my story of a love that felt so real, so close to forever... yet somehow, was never meant to last.