Galaxystar
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I met him at a time when love wasn’t even on my mind.
I was healing. Guarded. Not searching for anything…
and yet, there he was
like a quiet miracle that slipped in when I wasn’t watching.
He didn’t arrive with fireworks or grand gestures.
He came softly, gentle words, steady presence,
like calm after a storm, I didn’t realize I was still surviving.
And maybe that’s why I trusted him.
Because for the first time in a long time,
it felt safe to let someone in.
Little by little, I let my walls fall.
I gave him the version of me I usually hide
the real me. Raw, unfiltered, vulnerable.
I didn’t love him halfway.
I loved him with everything I had,
even the pieces I swore I’d never give again.
But just as my heart was settling in,
just as I started to believe maybe this time was different…
he left.
Not all at once.
Not with a dramatic ending or a painful fight.
He left in silence.
In the slow fading of effort.
In the way the messages became shorter, the calls less frequent,
the warmth in his eyes dimmer until it vanished altogether.
No closure. No explanation.
Just a slow unchoosing.
As if loving me required more of him than he was willing to give.
As if my honesty, my depth, my truth…
were too heavy for someone who only wanted the version of me that smiled without needing.
And now I’m here
still holding onto pieces of something
that I’m not even sure was ever real for him.
But it was real for me.
That’s what hurts the most.
This pain, it didn’t come loud.
It didn’t knock the air out of me all at once.
It broke me in quiet ways.
In the middle of the night.
In the spaces where I once felt seen.
In the echoes of conversations, I still replay, hoping to find the moment it all changed.
It wasn’t just heartbreak.
It was the kind of loss that shifted something inside you.
The kind that teaches you that even the gentlest love
can leave the deepest wounds.
But still,
I don’t regret loving him.
Because I know I showed up fully, truthfully, and with a heart that was brave enough to try again.
And if nothing else…
that kind of love, even when it’s left behind,
proves I’m capable of feeling deeply
and one day, of being loved in return, just as deeply.
credit to the artist via Pinterest
I was healing. Guarded. Not searching for anything…
and yet, there he was
like a quiet miracle that slipped in when I wasn’t watching.
He didn’t arrive with fireworks or grand gestures.
He came softly, gentle words, steady presence,
like calm after a storm, I didn’t realize I was still surviving.
And maybe that’s why I trusted him.
Because for the first time in a long time,
it felt safe to let someone in.
Little by little, I let my walls fall.
I gave him the version of me I usually hide
the real me. Raw, unfiltered, vulnerable.
I didn’t love him halfway.
I loved him with everything I had,
even the pieces I swore I’d never give again.
But just as my heart was settling in,
just as I started to believe maybe this time was different…
he left.
Not all at once.
Not with a dramatic ending or a painful fight.
He left in silence.
In the slow fading of effort.
In the way the messages became shorter, the calls less frequent,
the warmth in his eyes dimmer until it vanished altogether.
No closure. No explanation.
Just a slow unchoosing.
As if loving me required more of him than he was willing to give.
As if my honesty, my depth, my truth…
were too heavy for someone who only wanted the version of me that smiled without needing.
And now I’m here
still holding onto pieces of something
that I’m not even sure was ever real for him.
But it was real for me.
That’s what hurts the most.
This pain, it didn’t come loud.
It didn’t knock the air out of me all at once.
It broke me in quiet ways.
In the middle of the night.
In the spaces where I once felt seen.
In the echoes of conversations, I still replay, hoping to find the moment it all changed.
It wasn’t just heartbreak.
It was the kind of loss that shifted something inside you.
The kind that teaches you that even the gentlest love
can leave the deepest wounds.
But still,
I don’t regret loving him.
Because I know I showed up fully, truthfully, and with a heart that was brave enough to try again.
And if nothing else…
that kind of love, even when it’s left behind,
proves I’m capable of feeling deeply
and one day, of being loved in return, just as deeply.
credit to the artist via Pinterest
