Notes I Never Sent

Let her have you.
Let her have the version of you I once prayed would change.
Let her believe the promises I used to hold onto.
Let her decorate a future that might never arrive.

I’m no longer waiting to be chosen.
No longer wishing for an apology that would feel real.

You chose her. And that’s enough of a message.

But if she ever wonders—
who stood beside you before the mask was polished,
who held your shadow and still called it love…

Tell her this:
I gave you my loyalty in silence.
And you repaid it with absence.

— M.j.P