Note from heart ❤️
Written from a heart that broke but still believes in love. I didn’t realize he was leaving. Not at first. There wasn’t a fight. No dramatic ending. Just a slow shift - a quiet undoing. We started like a spark. Nothing too serious at first. just long conversations, random texts, and late-night laughter over things that didn’t matter. But something about him felt easy. Safe. Familiar, even though we were still strangers in many ways. I didn’t expect it to become love, but it did. At least for me. He had this way of making the world quieter. Of making my overthinking mind slow down. He remembered how I liked my coffee. He asked about the book I mentioned once at 2 a.m. He noticed things the things no one else ever had. And I thought, maybe this is it. Maybe I’ve found someone who sees me. He told me I felt like home. And I believed him. But somewhere between all the shared songs and “I miss you” texts, something changed. Not in a sudden way. In the worst way... slowly. I’d wait with...