I won't pretend that love is kind,
or that it always lets hearts bind,
sometimes it feels like something meant to be,
then destiny comes and quietly disagrees.
And still, through all we cannot be,
you are not just a thought to me,
you are the feeling I can't replace,
the quiet I find in every place.
You are the part of me that stays,
through every doubt, through all my days,
the name my heart returns to call,
without a choice — just through it all.
But hear me now, I must confess
I haven't always shown my best,
and for the ways I caused you pain,
I regret more than I can explain.
I'm truly sorry for the times
my anger crossed unspoken lines,
for every word that came out wrong,
for every moment it felt gone —
like you were less than what you are,
like I had let things drift too far.
You didn't deserve that side of me,
that carelessness, that intensity.
Because, the truth, beneath it all,
is you have never been small.
You've been the one who means the most,
the quiet love towards whom I carry close.
But loving you has been this fight
between my heart and what is right,
between the life I'm meant to live
and all the love I can't give.
It's standing close, yet worlds apart,
it's holding fire inside my heart,
it's every dream I have to deny,
and every truth I can't defy.
It's learning how to let you go,
while every part of me says no.
It's holding on without a claim,
and loving you without a name.
And still —
even like this, even now,
without the future we'd allow,
you are someone I thank and pray for each day
in every quiet, hidden way.
In the smallest thoughts that come and go,
in every feeling I don't show,
in every moment, soft and true —
there's always some part filled with you.
So when my words fall short or wrong,
or hurt speaks where you belong,
please don't mistake what you might see
for any lack of what you are to me.
You are important more than said,
more than thoughts inside my head,
more than I've ever learned to show,
more than you'll probably ever know.
And you will be, come what may,
a truth in me that will never fade,
not just a memory passing through,
but something lasting, deep and true.
Not love that asks for "always mine",
or tries to cross forbidden lines,
but something stronger, something true —
a quiet, endless care for you.
A love that stays though we must part,
etched like a scar across my heart,
more than words could ever prove,
more than I sometime know to move.
And if I fail — and I have before,
to be the person you deserve,
just know beneath my flawed display…
you are the best part of what I feel,
in all ways that can never heal.
I have always, deeply, loved you.
Not in a way that asks you to stay,
not in a way that needs a way,
but in a quiet, steady way.
So if this ends where we stand apart,
you'll still remain inside my heart,
not as a wish that came too late,
but as something even time can't change or break.