one day, u'll rmbr.

 

one day, u will look back and realise how many times someone tried to reach out to u, but u wldnt listen.

u’ll recall how they told u, dat ur words, ur actions - ur indifference - were chipping away at their soul. u brushed it off, thinkin it was nothg. after all, u believed they’d always be there, no matter wat. u convinced urself dat the love they had for u wld be enuff to withstand ur neglect. 

u never thought love cld run out. but it did.

u’ll rmbr how they came to u, vulnerable, wit their heart in their hands, askin u to see em, to hear em - to love em the way they loved u. u’ll rmbr the countless times they told u dat ur behaviour was hurting em, dat ur silence was louder than words, and dat ur distance felt like rejection. but u din take it seriously. u din believe they wld ever leave.

one day, u’ll sit alone wit ur thoughts, and memories will flood in.

u’ll rmbr their laughter, the sound of their voice when they said ur name, and the way their eyes sparkled when they looked at u. u’ll rmbr how they kissed u, held u, and poured their love into every lil thg they did. u’ll rmbr how they quietly stood by u, even on the days u barely noticed em, even when u made them feel like they werent enuff.

u’ll recall the times they set aside their pride to keep the peace, even when they were hurt. the times they apologised, even when they werent wrong, jst to make sure u wldnt walk away.

and when the silence becomes deafening, u’ll rmbr their voice sayin, “i’m slipping away.” but u din believe em.

u’ll think back to the quirks dat once annoyed u - their jokes, their stubbornness, their lil habits. u’ll even rmbr the times u called em “toxic” when all they ever did was hold u accountable for ur actions. they werent toxic; they jst loved u enuff to tell u the truth when no one else wld.

they made u important. they made u feel seen, valued, loved. but u? u fcukin made em feel invisible.

and now, u’re left wit silence. no more msges. no more calls. no more second chances. they were jst tired for the whole shitty thang. becoz when someone stops tryin - when they stop asking for attention or fighting for a place in ur life - it is not becoz they stopped caring. it is becoz they've given up.

one day, u’ll remember all of dis. and one day, u'll face the same shyte, being in their shoes. feeling like em. suffer like em. and when dat day comes, u’ll wish u had listened before it was too late.