He said:
"I gave you my heart with trembling hands,
Built you a home in no-man's lands.
You asked me to love, even when it hurt,
So I bled in silence, covered in dirt.
You left with no goodbye, just empty skies,
And all I had were your fading lies.
Why come back now, like a ghost through my door,
When I've nothing left to offer you anymore?"
She said:
"I didn't leave because I stopped loving you,
I left because I was breaking too.
You saw strength—I was barely whole,
Hiding the cracks in my shattered soul.
I lied to survive, I smiled to cope,
But I never stopped clinging to hope.
I came back not for love or blame,
But to stand in truth… and speak my name."
And I, the writer, watched them both—
Two echoes in love's haunted oath.
I saw the space where words went missing,
Where comfort could've come with listening.
They weren't villains, not even close,
Just two soft hearts afraid to expose.
He needed her truth, she needed his grace,
But met each other in the wrong time and place.
If love is timing, they lost the race—
But still held onto every trace.
So this is the end, not wrapped in a bow,
But in bittersweet truths they needed to know.
No perfect goodbye, no dramatic kiss—
Just a quiet, "I'm sorry," and what they'll always miss.
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Writer { chatGPT }
Story { dhoben }
When You Taught Me to Fly - in a line series - the hit of romances series