I Wanted To Love You

I Wanted To Love You

I wanted to love you, even though we never got the chance to explore what could have been. Every time we talked, I felt a spark, a hint of something more that perhaps existed only in my imagination. You slowly became a significant part of my daily thoughts, a constant in my plans and dreams. However, the messages stopped coming, the phone calls ceased, and the silence settled in, heavy and confusing. I was left holding onto the fragile thread of what might have been, questioning what I did wrong or what I could have said differently. It's a hard lesson in letting go of someone who was never really mine, learning not to build homes in people who are just visitors. Through it all, I am teaching myself to cherish the love I have to offer, knowing it is valuable, even if it was not cherished by you. I was ready to give everything, but I chose to give up on me. And not to blame it on you.

Ice Blink

VT

17 years old

StarBizz0

VT

16 years old

The Voice

June 2024

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