when i chose to chase my future, did i know it meant walking away from you?

when distance became inevitable, did love slowly change into acceptance?

if we’re strangers now, was that the cost of choosing peace over honesty?

if i still care about your life from a distance, have i really let you go?

if this loss changed me forever, is that a tragedy, or proof that it meant something?

was the loss colossal because of what we had, or because of what it meant to you?

if i come back changed, will there still be a place for me with you?

if i miss you every day but feel you less, what am i really fighting for?

if loving me feels easy, will you stay when it no longer is?

is this calm a moment to enjoy, or a path i’m ready to commit to?

if we never lived there, why does losing it feel so real?

did i leave because the dream was wrong, or because i was afraid of it becoming real?

if i choose you every day, is that how “forever” is built?

can i be your safe place while we build something lasting?