We built a life from simple days,Believing forever was ours to keep.
Then, quietly,Love changed its course.
She found another—Not through malice,Not through lies,But somewhere between ordinary workdaysAnd an unexpected connection.
My heart broke.
I asked myself what he hadThat I did not.He was older,A different man,A different story.
But love does not measure age,Nor does it follow reason.
So I did the hardest thingI have ever done:
I let her go.
Not because I stopped loving her,But because I loved her enoughTo not make her stay.
Today...
We loved.We dreamed.We built a life from promises and hope.
For a while,your hand was my home,and my heart found peace beside yours.
But life changes quietly.Some distances grow without a sound,and some hearts begin to seeka different path.
Then someone else entered your world,and I slowly realizedthere was no longer a place for mein the story we once wrote together.
I could hold on,but love is not meant to be a struggle.A heart should never have to begto be chosen.
So I will...
I gave a hand,yet some remainedwhere sorrow first found them.
Is povertyan empty pocket—or a weary spirit,a silent fear,a dream that never learned to fly?
Or has the worldpainted its canvas so,keeping some in shadowthat others may call themselves light?
I cannot answer.
I only knowthat while wealth counts its blessings,poverty still counts tomorrowwith empty hands.
