Please…
don’t let me go completely.
I know.
I know for you, I’m over.
For you, we’re done.
For you, I’ve fucked up too many times
burned too many bridges
with hands that were only ever trying to build.
And I don’t blame you.
I don’t sit here pretending like I didn’t light the match.
I know what I did.
I know how deep the hurt goes.
I know that, for you, I’ve crossed the line
from love to too much.
Too broken.
Too late.
But still…
it doesn’t change the truth that you’re still it for me.
The one.
My endgame.
My goddamn forever.
I hope and I pray
every fucking day
that somehow, this version of me I’m becoming,
the one I’m chiseling out of guilt and growth
and therapy and honest self-work,
might be someone you could still see as worthy.
Worthy of your time.
Worthy of your love.
Worthy of the quiet kind of forgiveness
that feels like home.
Because I can’t imagine life without you
and I know that’s part of the problem.
I built my life with you as the foundation.
Our love
it wasn’t just a chapter.
It was the whole damn book.
My identity, my constant, my compass.
I know how fucked up that is.
I know how unfair that weight must’ve felt
on your shoulders
to carry both of us
when I barely had a grip on myself.
It was unsustainable.
It cracked, and then it collapsed.
And yet here I am,
still trying to rebuild it all, brick by brutal brick,
just praying there’s a place left for us in the ruins.
So I’m begging you.
Don’t let me go completely.
Don’t say the final words.
Don’t wash your hands of me
of us.
Not yet.
Not like this.
Because I feel it.
I know it.
We aren’t done.
Not really.
There’s more story here—unfinished chapters,
unlived days, unsaid words.
And when I close my eyes and reach for the future,
it’s your face I still see.
It’s your hand I still want to hold
through wrinkles and silence and time.
I don’t want to lose you.
I don’t want to lose us.
But I don’t want to trap you in waiting either.
I don’t want you to suffer in limbo
while I try to become who I should’ve been all along.
I just need you to know
I’m not done loving you.
I never was.
And maybe one day…
maybe one day you’ll look at me again
and see someone worth coming home to.
But until then,
please…
don’t let me go completely.