If you only knew the version of me you lost.
The one who fasted for your peace.
Who bent in prayer for your name —
in temples, in showers, in silence.

If you only knew how I stood by you
when your own pride couldn’t even stand beside me.

But it’s okay.
You never had the eyes to see gold
while holding gravel.

I wasn’t the one who left you.
I was the one who loved you
while watching you love someone else.

And now,
I walk away knowing this truth:

I was never hard to love.
You were just too small to hold it.

— M.jP 🖤
Notes I Never Sent