rottingmaramapickle

[rottingmaramapickle]

I'll love you quietly and from afar.

[rottingmaramapickle]

It's okay now. I can see that it's better this way. But it was something, wasn't it? To me, it was lovely.

To me, it was the most beautiful thing, the greatest love, even if you always give up, it was beautiful and real.

It's the sweetest memory of my life.

[rottingmaramapickle]

You love them, you do. They love you too. And here's the tragedy: it's not enough.

[rottingmaramapickle]

I loved you, was it enough? Love is strange. You pour and pour, and still, there is this quiet fear, what if it was not enough?

I wish you loved me enough to stay, but in those short moments of happiness there was love, quietly sitting between us, I wonder if you noticed? No matter how easily it slipped away, it was there. Love was right there, watching you pull me apart then put me back together. but the moment has passed and I know better. I wish I didn't know better.

[rottingmaramapickle]

I missed you so quietly today, quiet enough so no one heard, but loud enough to feel it all through me

[rottingmaramapickle]

I held you with hands trembling from love, but even love can't hold forever, so I'm letting go.

I hope you know that I loved you in every possible way, but sometimes love isn't enough to stop the hurting, to stop the pain that lives in places we can't reach, even with all the care in the world.

I hope my absence whispers the peace my love couldn't scream loud enough.

I hope it's enough for you to breathe again, without the weight of me pressing down on your chest, without the shadow of my need crushing the light you deserve to find.

[rottingmaramapickle]

So here I stand, letting the air hang heavy with the words I never found the courage to say. Because what good would it do, really, to bare it all if in the end, it only pushes you further away, when you're already so far, so impossibly distant from where I am? And if I let these feelings slip, if I dare to make them known, I fear they'll only remind you why you locked the door in the first place.