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If I could tell you

The Quiet Messenger

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If I could tell you

70 просмотров · 5 дней назад
The Quiet Messenger
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70 просмотров · 5 дней назад
If I could tell you everything I never had the words to say... Would you still know me? I remember the way you looked at me, Like you could see beneath everything. Before the walls, before the fear, Before we learned to disappear. There were things I wanted you to know, Words I swallowed, years ago. I thought silence could keep us safe, But silence has a way of changing shape. And I still hear your voice sometimes, Somewhere between then and tonight. I wonder if you ever knew How much of me belonged to you. If I could tell you, I would tell you everything. Every word I couldn't say, Every dream I couldn't bring. I would tell you that I loved you Even when I couldn't stay. That sometimes letting go Is the hardest kind of grace. And if you asked me If I'd change it all... I don't know. Maybe I wouldn't. There were nights I wanted to go back, Find the moment where we lost the track. Maybe hold you just a little longer, Maybe I would've been a little stronger. But life doesn't give us yesterday, And hearts don't heal the same way. Some memories become a part of you, Even when the story isn't through. And I still feel it in my chest, The things we loved, the things we left. Somewhere between the hurt and truth, I still remember being you. If I could tell you, I would tell you everything. Every word I couldn't say, Every dream I couldn't bring. I would tell you that I loved you Even when I couldn't stay. That sometimes letting go Is the hardest kind of grace. And if you asked me If I'd change it all... I don't know. Maybe I wouldn't. Maybe we were never meant To hold each other forever. Maybe some people enter your life To change you... And leave. And maybe that's not failure. Maybe that's love In another form. But God, if I could have one more moment... One more look. One more chance to say— I LOVED YOU! More than I knew how to say, More than I knew how to show, More than I understood Until I had to let you go. And I still carry pieces Of the person I was then. Not because I'm broken— But because you mattered. And if I could tell you Everything I never said... I'd tell you— You mattered. You still matter. And I don't regret The love that made me who I am. Some things don't disappear. They just become part of the music we carry with us. And maybe... That's enough.