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Did you ever really love me like you said you did?
Initially, I thought you did, but when I look back, I begin to question myself.
Every day, I get reminders of you — I mean, your favorite song seems to be haunting me!
Gazing into your beautiful brown eyes was my favorite activity. Did you know that? Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t. Who knows at this point.
Oftentimes, love is the strongest emotion that can bind two people together.

But I’ve learned it can also be the one that tears you apart the most.

There are days when I still catch myself reaching for my phone, ready to tell you something small and meaningless — a song I found, a joke that reminded me of you, a moment that would have made you laugh. Then I remember there’s no longer a “we” to share it with. You’re living in a world I no longer belong to.

I replay the moments we had — the park bench under the flickering streetlight, your laugh cutting through the wind, the promises whispered between tired goodbyes. I used to believe those moments were eternal. Now they feel like photographs left too long in the sun, fading faster each time I remember them.

Maybe we both loved, but not in the same way. Maybe I loved you in a way that asked for nothing, while you loved me in a way that needed escape. I can’t say who was right or wrong — maybe neither of us was built to last.

Sometimes I think about the version of me who believed love could fix everything. I envy her innocence, even as I mourn it. She didn’t know that love could be real and still not be enough.

Now, when your song plays, I no longer turn it off. I let it fill the room, let the memories rise and settle. Maybe this is what healing looks like — not forgetting, but remembering without breaking.

I’ll always be grateful for what we were, even if it was never meant to last.
Because in the end, love didn’t leave me — you did.
And I’m finally learning that there’s a difference.

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