There's a part of me I left with you.
I didn't chase it back. I didn't demand closure. Some things in love are not meant to be forced. They simply exist—quietly—lingering like a gentle echo, a soft reminder that even when love leaves, it leaves its mark.
I hope that little piece of me brings you peace, as it has brought me a strange kind of comfort. The kind that comes from knowing we are allowed to hold on without possession, to care without expectation, to love without needing to be chosen again.
Love, I've learned, is patient in ways the world doesn't notice.
It doesn't demand applause or recognition.
Sometimes it lives in the spaces between us—in pauses, in silence, in moments when we are not speaking but still deeply understood. Sometimes it survives even in distance, held together by memory and meaning.
I think of us often in these quiet, sacred ways.
The moments when we were both proud enough to say, "I'm sorry." When we let the silence stretch until it felt unbearable, and then one of us softened first. It was never easy, surrendering pride. But that was where love lived—teaching us that even after hurt, hearts can still find their way back to each other.
There is bravery in leaving a piece of yourself in someone else's hands.
It takes courage to love without guarantees, to trust another heart with something so fragile, to understand that love is not ownership, but a gift—freely given, even when the ending is uncertain.
And so I leave you these pieces of me—soft, unguarded, and hopeful.
Not because I expect anything in return, but because you showed me how beautiful love can be when it is given without hesitation, without calculation, without fear.
Even if we never meet again, even if our paths continue in separate directions, these fragments of my heart—my quiet devotion, my whispered truths—will always remember you. And perhaps, in their own way, they will carry a little of you with them, too.
Because some love is not meant to be held forever.
Some love is meant to transform—to leave the soul softened, the heart wiser, and the spirit brave enough to believe that loving again is still worth the risk.