​Maybe in another life

My heart is numb. My eyes are tired. I don’t know what to do with this lifeless husk of a man I seem to have become.

You were everything I ever hoped for. I loved you when you smiled at the food we had just ordered. I remember the way your face lit up at the smallest things I did for you. Those moments are etched into me now, like quiet fragments of a life that once felt whole.

Your eyes were always full of love and innocence. There was something about them that resonated with me in a way I cannot fully explain. I loved you when you were kind to me. I loved you even when you hated me. I loved you even when you betrayed me.

Now everything has been said and done. Everything we built has fallen apart.

I am left here as a man whose heart fears the very thought of feeling again — the smallest hint of vulnerability. Fear has wrapped itself around me so tightly that sometimes it feels as though I cannot breathe.

Oh my darling, how I once dreamed of the future we might have had together.

where we grew up old together.

Now I find myself questioning everything within my sight — my worth, my purpose, even my existence — searching for meaning in the ruins of grief that refuses to loosen its grip.

But wherever you are, I hope you are happy.

You will always live quietly in the corners of my heart. I will carry you with me as I drift through the winds of time, holding onto the memories we made and the laughter we shared.

And slowly, I now know that, I may never again experience a love like the one I saw in your eyes — a love that looked at me with the innocence of a child.

Maybe in another life my love