My heart was heavy, full of ache,
A silent storm I couldn’t shake.
Though sadness wrapped me like a shroud,
I chose the path that’s not too loud.

It wasn’t good for you or me,
But good for all we couldn’t see.
A sacrifice, a quiet grace—
To give us both a healing space.

Though love has gone, I’m not undone,
The hardest choice was also the one.
For sometimes love must fade away,
To let the world find its own way.

Nothing grand, no story told,
Just quiet moments, soft and old.
When you first learned my name,
A hidden joy began to flame.

Not so special, but somehow bright,
You kept me happy for a while, just right.

A gentle smile, a fleeting glance,
A small, sweet spark, a quiet dance.
Though it faded, still I smile,
Remembering you, my first crush’s while.

Fate gently played its hand,
And gave us to the days—
The days that kept us apart.
But I quietly hope someday,
Fate will bring us close again,
And the days will softly witness our love.

You’ve been strong for so long,
even when no one saw the weight.
You’ve smiled through storms,
held others while your own heart broke quietly.

But listen—
you were never meant to be an afterthought
in your own story.

You deserve the kind of love
you give so freely.
The gentle words,
the soft spaces,
the time to breathe and just be.

You don’t have to prove your worth
by being everything for everyone.
You already are enough—
not when you’re better,
not when you’ve healed,
but now.
Even in the mess.
Especially in the mess.

You’re allowed to rest.
To let go.
To choose yourself.

This world is better
because you are in it—
not just for what you do,
but for who you are
when you’re just being you.

So love yourself
like you would a child,
a friend,
a soul who’s learning
and still shining
even on the hardest days.

Because you are love.
And you have always
been worthy of your own.