If someone asked me to go back,
I probably wouldn’t—
To the place where my heart ached the most, please don’t ask.
A decade spent holding onto hope,
Ten long years of feelings that never grew.
I watched that person bloom,
Quietly stepping away,
Closing his eyes to my love, choosing his own way.
The firm grip of his hand slipped slowly from mine,
And all I could do was watch, left with nothing to hold onto.
I stayed in that same place where he left me,
Waiting for him to return, counting from one to ten.
But years passed, and no one came back,
So I tried to leave that darkened room behind.
I built my walls strong, unbreakable,
Deciding to leave it all in my hometown.
I started anew, filling my days with distractions,
Ending my nights telling myself to be tough.
Then, one day, someone came like fate itself had planned,
Showing me I was never truly unwanted.
He gently intertwined his hand with mine,
Assuring me it would be okay,
Teaching me to trust again,
And slowly driving away my fears.
That’s when I realized how many years I spent loving the wrong one,
How many days were marked by tears and heartache.
But the only way to prepare for the right love,
Is to be ready to accept it fully—
To be loved by someone who loves all of you, not just some.
Being loved by the one you love is magical,
A reminder that everything happens in its own time.
It took me a long time to find the real one,
But I am forever thankful to God for granting my deepest wish.
