It's a gift I offered

Any love I have given to you is yours to keep. I will never

ask for it back, never regret it, never treat it as

wasted. Love was never a trade. It was a gift I offered

because, in those moments, you mattered.

I hope that in quiet hours, when the world feels heavy,

you remember there was someone who looked at you

and saw something worth holding on to. That love

may not be beside you anymore, but it still lives with

you, tucked in the small spaces where you once let

me in.

And if one day you feel a warmth you cannot explain,

soft and fleeting like memory, maybe that's just me,

somewhere in time, still keeping my promise.