Hate

They said they hate me.

Told me to stay away.

And honestly…

I can’t even blame them.

I messed up.

Still�"

I wish him nothing but the best.

So explain this to me�"

why is he still on my mind

when we barely did anything?

No memories stacked,

no long history,

just presence.

But maybe that’s the thing.

He listened.

Like really listened.

Read my emotions like a book

I didn’t even know was open.

I was the storm�"

loud, messy, unpredictable.

And he was calm.

Not trying to silence me,

just steady enough

to hold control without force.

I felt like I could’ve added value.

Like we could’ve poured into each other�"

two people with pasts,

still brave enough to believe in love.

Tall. Slender. Chocolate.

A mind that didn’t follow the crowd.

Different. Rare.

A gem.

And now he lives in my head,

in my soul,

showing up daily

like a thought I never invited

but can’t evict.

I never told him any of this.

Played nonchalant.

Acted like it was light.

But starting over feels heavy

when you’ve touched something real.

So yeah�"

I hope he finds his fairytale.

And I hope I find mine too.

Because if this is love�"

or just being truly seen�"

now I understand

why it hurts this much.