Unforgettable~

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Is it me? Or we all have met these kinds of precious people in life...  who are not permanent but temporary...

People who touch you so deeply with their strength and  their hidden softness — and then vanish before they realize the Home... they created in you...

Those who are never meant to stay for long time... but they are just here to let us feel the love... But in their own case They thought they were a burden... So they kept their emotions tucked away, hidden behind sharp words.... They believed leaning on someone made them weak — so they didn’t open up

Not even when they were breaking....They pretended to be strong, and maybe they were….. but they were also scared. Scared that showing their true self would make them lose everything. Scared someone might see their softness and walk away.

They pushed me away — not because they didn’t care, but because they didn’t believe anyone could care for them....Not fully. Not quietly. Not without expecting something back. They said they didn’t want to rely on anyone...That they could handle it on their own.And maybe they could… but I wanted to be there anyway. I didn’t want to carry them because they were broken. I wanted to carry them because I loved them.... I wanted to sit with them in the quiet, in the mess, in the silence between their pretending....

What breaks me the most is… they gave me the kind of love no one else ever did...
The kind that wasn’t loud, but felt real. The kind that held me in ways words couldn’t. But while I saw the beauty in their soul__ they couldn’t see it in themselves.

They loved me from a place they didn’t even think existed inside them. They pushed me away... gently, subtly, like they were trying to save me from the storm inside them. But I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t want the perfect parts of them But they never let me. Every time I got close, they shut the door gently, silently. Like they were protecting me from the worst of them. But the truth is — I already saw it...

I saw their overthinking. I saw the way they avoided conversation,  when they were close to crying. I saw the tension in their thoughts....

I saw them_ not the version they showed the world, but the one they tried to hide when the room got quiet.... When they get lonely... I saw the chaos, the fear, the guilt, the weight they carried in silence.... And still… I wasn’t scared.. Not for a second. I never wanted to run. I just wanted them to let me stay — to sit with them inside the darkness they thought no one could love...

I know sometimes they find peace in their loneliness. The isolation feels safer than the risk of being misunderstood. And I respect that — their silence, their need for space, their right to be alone. But it still hurts... watching them drift further away... especially when they’re in pain... It’s not the distance that breaks me, it’s knowing they’re suffering alone — not because they have to, but because they’ve convinced themselves no one would stay if they saw the mess....

they’re still around, but locked up so tight I can’t reach them. They’ll never know how much I understood. How much I was willing to stay. They’ll never know I don't need their best — I just need their real. And I would keep  choosing them… even on the days they couldn’t choose themselves...

and..i know that..They are never mine to keep. But I loved them like they are... And maybe that’s the kind of love they needed — even if they’ll never know it was always safe to stay...