It’s been years since we broke up, and yet I’m still here, yearning for you, holding on to something I thought was true. I’m still here waiting for you, even when I know I shouldn’t, even when I know I’m not supposed to. I know I might sound or look like a fool, but I don’t care, because loving you still feels natural, still feels fair.
Every time there’s a person who comes into my life, I just can’t let them enter my heart or even try, because deep inside, I know my heart already belongs to you. You own it—you always do. Even though we’re not together, even though we’re already through, you still have my mind and heart, and everything I feel somehow leads back to you.
It’s crazy how our love, once a fairy tale I believed was true, turned into something tragic, something I never thought we’d go through. You read Raining in España because you knew it was my favorite, you understood me in ways I didn’t expect. You saw my wounds, my scars, every broken part of me, and you accepted them all so gently. You loved me, you fixed me, you made me feel whole again, like I wasn’t shattered, like I could heal from the pain.
I really thought it would last forever, I thought we would stay together in this lifetime, no matter the weather. You told me we could fix everything, that we would try, that we would fight side by side. But in the end, you were the one who surrendered first, the one who let go, the one who left me in the battle we were supposed to face together—just like that, just like before, and now I’m the only one still fighting this battle.
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