#"Still loved you"

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fringe heron
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I never wanted to lose you,
yet every silence felt like goodbye.
I carried love too heavy for my chest,
while you carried anger too heavy for your lips.
I spoke, I reached, I begged,
but your replies were walls—
“okay,” “bye,” “your choice”—
and I learned how loneliness sounds.
I tested you with names,
with words meant to sting,
not because I wanted to hurt you,
but because I wanted to see if you cared.
I wanted proof that I mattered.
You never came running,
not once, not even when I broke.
And so I wondered—
was I ever needed,
or only tolerated when time allowed?
I gave you my stories,
the small details of my days,
so you would never feel alone,
so you would know I trusted you.
But when my own heart was heavy,
you never asked,
and I swallowed my pain whole.
I thought love meant effort,
but maybe for you it meant silence.
I thought love meant holding on,
but maybe for you it meant letting go.
Still, I loved you.
Through every unanswered snap,
through every trip you never told me about,
through every night I waited for your presence
and found only absence.
Maybe this is karma,
maybe I deserve the ache,
but even in punishment,
my heart chooses you.
I am over‑attached,
I am weak,
I am the one who breaks first,
but I am also the one
who loves without measure.
And if tomorrow comes,
I will love you more than today.
If the world ends,
I will still whisper your name.
Because even in ruin,
even in silence,
even in the cruelty of distance—
you are the only one
I ever called home.

gilded void
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This is so beautiful gng😭👏

fringe heron
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thankyou soo much !! and i would def love it if u help me with that..

fringe heron
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I never wanted to lose you—
yet every silence was a rehearsal for goodbye.
I carried love too heavy for my chest;
you carried anger too heavy for your lips.
I spoke, I reached, I begged.
Your replies were walls:
“okay,” “bye,” “your choice.”
That is how I learned the sound of loneliness.
I tested you with names,
with words meant to sting—
not to wound, but to measure.
I wanted proof I mattered.
You never came running,
not once, not even when I broke.
That was the moment I knew:
I was tolerated, not needed.
I gave you my stories,
the small details of my days,
so you would never feel alone,
so you would know I trusted you.
But when my own heart was heavy,
you never asked.
I swallowed my pain whole.
I thought love meant effort.
For you, it meant silence.
I thought love meant holding on.
For you, it meant letting go.
Still, I loved you.
Through unanswered snaps,
through trips you never told me about,
through nights I waited for presence
and found only absence.
Maybe this is karma.
Maybe I deserve the ache.
But even in punishment,
my heart chooses you.
I am over‑attached,
I am weak,
I am the one who breaks first.
But I am also the one
who loves without measure.
If tomorrow comes,
I will love you more than today.
If the world ends,I will still whisper your name.
Because even in ruin,
even in silence,
even in the cruelty of distance—
you are the only one
I ever called home.

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did i improve it as per ur suggestion or does it need something else ?? if yes, im willing to learn