i was a garden in full bloom,
tended by loyalty, kissed by hope.
but even flowers close when the sun forgets them.
i waited, i whispered, i withered.
until the silence grew louder than the love.
.
i loved without noise.
i stayed when the storm came.
i held on, even when it hurt.
.
some stories are told with fire,
others with silence.
mine lives in quiet care,
not meant to win — only to love.
.
if you ever wondered,
no, i never turned anyone away.
no, never turned hearts against hearts.
no, i never plotted shadows behind a name i cherish.
.
i stood in the fire without throwing it back.
not because i was weak,
but because love taught me grace.
.
some raised a middle finger.
i raised a memory —
of every kiss, every kindness,
and called it love.
.
i have no war to win,
no voice to silence.
just the quiet strength,
of knowing what i was,
and what i gave —
was true.
and yes…
i still love.
even if full of sorrow.
even if the door stays closed.
