Not Today.. Not Tomorrow..Not Ever.!

I never thought I’d be in this position—

standing at the edge of something so beautiful, yet being asked to walk away.

How do you give up on someone who became your world?

How do you stop loving a person who feels like home?

When you told me, “Please… don’t love me anymore,” it felt like the ground beneath me cracked open.

I wanted to scream, to argue, to beg—but instead, I stayed silent.

Because I’ve always believed that love should never cage someone.

If you needed honesty, I would give you that.

If you asked for my heart, my loyalty, my time—

they were already yours without you ever having to reach for them.

If you needed distance or silence, I would honor that—

Not to disappear or undo myself,

but because respecting you also means respecting myself enough to step back with dignity.

You don’t have to run from me every time life gets hard.

I know how to give you space without losing who I am.

And if one day your path leads you to love someone else, I would still hope you find the kind of joy that lasts.

Because caring for you doesn’t depend on being chosen.

My love was never a transaction;

it was a gift, freely given.

But here’s the truth I can’t escape:

the one thing I cannot give you is a version of me that doesn’t love you.

I wish I was kind enough to give you that.

I wish I could flip a switch and erase every memory,

every heartbeat that whispers your name.

But I can’t. Not even for you.

So please, don’t ask me to stop loving you.

I can’t do that—not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Loving you is woven into who I am.

And maybe that’s my flaw, or maybe it’s my strength.

But it’s real. It’s me.