Isn’t it funny
how it always begins so small—
an introduction of who we are,
a soft opening line
that doesn’t know yet
it’s about to become everything?

We ask the harmless questions—
favorite food, favorite song,
little pieces of a person
we pretend are trivial,
like those answers don’t become
the map
to someone’s entire heart.

And then we go deeper.
And deeper.
Past the surface,
past the practiced answers,
until we’re standing there
unarmed—
souls open,
hearts loud,
saying,
this is me… do you see me?

And you did.
Or at least, I believed you did.

Somewhere between the talks
and quiet confessions,
I decided—
you are who I want.

And I believed
you wanted me too.

So I gave you everything—
not in pieces,
not in hesitation,
but in a flood
I never tried to hold back.

I believed in us,
like the stars owed us something,
like love itself
was rooting for our name.

I believed
this was the kind of story
people write about.

And then—
without warning,
without reason—
you stopped choosing me.

You said it was temporary,
just a pause,
just a moment—
but moments don’t echo like that,
don’t linger like ghosts
in everything I do.

Because when I tried to leave,
you pulled me back in—
with soft words,
with almost-promises,
with just enough of you
to keep me hoping.

And I melted—
God, I melted—
like I was made
to fall apart for you.
I wanted you.
Needed you
like breath I couldn’t steady.

Just one more touch.
Just one more moment
where my heart
remembered how to beat.

And then you left.

Not loudly.
Not even kindly.

Just… gone.

And the last thing you gave me
after everything I gave you
was two letters:

ah.

Like I was something
brief.
Something passing.
Something you glanced at
on your way
to something else.

Two letters
to hold the weight
of everything I felt.

You didn’t ruin me—
that would have been easier.

You rearranged me.

Shifted something inside me
I now have to learn
how to live with.

And I will.

But some nights,
I still ask myself—
Was I too much?
Or not enough?

Was it my body,
my mind,
my habits,
my eyes,
my music,
my everything?

How did I go from being someone you craved

to a moment you just set aside like I meant nothing?

JMS