I wrote a hundred letters I never meant to send, Folded corners, tear stains, I couldn’t explain. I tried to tell you how I felt, But every word just fell apart inside my hands. I wasn’t brave back then— Just a girl who mistook fear for protection. But distance doesn’t heal a wound If you never touch the pain. I carried your voice in my chest like a warning, Afraid that if I spoke, I’d break you or break myself. I never learned how to say the things That lived behind my ribs. But every road that hurt me most Still somehow led me back to this. All the anger, all the silence, Every truth I ran from too— I’m standing here with open hands, Trying to give them back to you. You held your love like something fragile, And I held mine behind a wall. We learned to bruise each other gently— No screaming, just the quiet fall. I wish I’d known that growing up It would feel like losing parts of you. But I found pieces of myself Hidden in the things we never said. I thought forgiveness needed answers, But maybe it just needs a little light. I never learned how to say the things That lived behind my ribs. But every road that hurt me most Still somehow led me back to this. All the anger, all the silence, Every truth I ran from too— I’m standing here with open hands, Trying to give them back to you. I trace the edges of your name, folded corners, worn with rain. All the things I couldn’t say still linger in the quiet gray. And maybe we were meant to shatter Just to learn what wholeness is. Maybe loving someone isn’t holding tight— Maybe it’s letting them forgive. I see you now, the way I couldn’t When I was too young to understand That loving someone doesn’t break you— It’s the fear that does. And if the world rewound its spin, I’d find you there and start again— no grand confession, no debut, Just me still reaching out to you. [soft-spoken] So here’s my echo in the blue… a final line, soft but true— “…P.S. I love you.”
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