March 13, 2005
I never intended for things to turn out like this. All I wanted was for us to go back—to how we used to be.
When things were simple. When we still laughed without hesitation, when we looked at each other without the weight of everything unsaid.
I kept hoping we could fix it. That maybe, if we were just honest, if we tried a little harder, we could find our way back.
But then you said those words.
Did you really mean them?
Because I can't stop hearing them, echoing over and over in my mind. Each time I remember, it cuts deeper. I still can't believe you could say something like that—to me.
I don't know when things changed. Maybe you did. Maybe I did. Or maybe I just didn't want to see it.
But I held on because I believed in us. I believed we were worth the fight. And now I'm left wondering if I was the only one who did.
I never meant for this to happen. But maybe wanting things to stay the same was never enough.