I can’t shake the memory of yesterday. Do you not remember? You held my hand tightly, sharing your thoughts about your ex like it was the most natural thing in the world. I listened, nodding, trying to be supportive, even as a part of me sank deeper with every word. Your voice was a mix of nostalgia and regret, and I stood there, a silent witness to your heart’s lingering ties. Now, here I am, left standing alone.

Why did I stick around? Seriously, why did I stay by your side all this time, pouring my heart into something that felt real, only to watch you choose to go back to him? It stings, you know? I thought we had something special, something that could grow beyond your past.

From sharing meals in cozy cafés to wandering down familiar paths where laughter echoed like a promise, I followed where you led, hoping one day it would be enough. I sacrificed my time, rearranging my life to make room for you, believing that maybe, just maybe, you’d see me as more than a placeholder. Yet here I am, still losing to your past.

I remember those moments vividly—the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about your dreams, how your laughter wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I should have recognized the warning signs, but I was blinded by hope. Like the vastness of the sky, I misread your signals. Your laughter, your smiles—they felt genuine, but maybe I just wanted them to be. Did I really think that holding your hand would change anything?

I should have been your choice. Why is it so easy for you to slip back into what’s familiar? I admit it—I’m defeated. I can almost hear the echoes of your words, “I’m not ready for anything serious,” replaying in my mind. Yet, I still held on, convinced that time would change your heart.

I thought our time together meant something; I thought it was a sign that you accepted my feelings. But now, I’m left with echoes of what could have been, holding onto moments that were never really mine to keep. I replay our conversations, dissecting every word, searching for clues that I might have missed—anything that would explain why I wasn’t enough.

It’s hard not to feel small and lost in this vast expanse of emotions. I wanted to be your choice, not just a fleeting thought. I wanted to be the one you turned to when life got complicated, not the one you left behind. But here I am, standing in the shadow of your past, wondering if you’ll ever truly see me.

As I walk through the park where we used to spend hours, I feel the weight of your absence. The benches we sat on, the paths we walked—each corner of this place is a reminder of our shared moments. I see couples together, and it cuts deeper than I expected. I can’t help but think of what we could have built if you had chosen me.

Even the sky above feels heavy, clouds gathering as if reflecting my mood. I sit on our favorite bench, recalling the laughter and warmth we once shared. I thought we were building something beautiful, but now it feels like I was just a chapter in your story, while your heart remained tethered to someone else.

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. I know I need to move on, to reclaim my time and my heart. But part of me clings to hope, wishing you’d realize what you’ve lost. Still, in this moment, all I can do is watch as you slip further away, wondering if you’ll ever truly see me—not just as a friend, but as someone who could have loved you deeply.

And as I sit there, I realize it’s time to let you go. Time to step out of the shadow of your past and into the light of my own future. It won’t be easy, but I owe it to myself to find someone who will choose me, just as I choose to love.