Even if the world whispers to let go, My heart still beats your name in every silent breath. I never chose this love, it chose me, Growing quietly, deeply, refusing to fade.
I see you trying, fighting your own battles, Wrestling with a past that still lingers in your heart. And I stand here, loving you with hands open, Never asking, never demanding—just being.
It hurts, I won’t lie. Loving you when you only see me as a friend, Wanting to be your warmth, yet knowing I’m just a presence, A quiet shadow that loves without expecting.
But love, real love, is not about possession. It’s about wanting happiness for the one you cherish, Even if that happiness doesn’t include you in the way you dream. So, I will love you, in a way that never binds you, In a way that lets you heal, lets you breathe.
And if one day, you look back and see me standing there, Not as someone who waited, but as someone who loved without fear, Then that will be enough for me. Because my love is not about holding on, It’s about letting you be free, while still loving you anyway.
