The saddest thing isn't that we ended.
The saddest thing is that I still remember
who you used to be.
I remember the effort.
The late-night conversations.
The way you made me feel chosen.
Safe. Loved.
And maybe that's why I stayed
longer than I should have.
I kept waiting for that version
of you to come back.
But people change.
Feelings change.
And sometimes the person you're
holding on to only exists in your memories.
So today, I'm not saying goodbye to you.
I'm saying goodbye to the version of
you that I kept hoping would return.
The version that never did.