It took me a while to see—
I never lost you, you lost me.
For two years, I waited,
loved you in silence,
through thick and thin.
Even as friends,
you were everything to me—
but I was never enough for you.
Now that I'm leaving,
you say you feel the same,
but you "can't do distance."
I begged you to try,
was willing to stay—
my biggest mistake.
I should have chosen myself.
I would have sacrificed everything,
but you wouldn't do the same.
And in that moment, it clicked—
you were never mine to lose.
And guess what?
It doesn't hurt anymore.
Just a quiet numbness—
at least for now.
Because if you loved me
the way I loved you,
you would have tried.
But you won't.
And that's okay.
So we'll go back to being friends,
pretend nothing happened,
and I'll pretend that's fine with me.