Perhaps loving you was never meant to be something simple.
Perhaps it was always meant to feel like standing in the middle of a burning room, knowing I could walk away, yet choosing to stay just a little longer.

I don't know when you became something I could no longer separate from myself. Maybe it was the first time I looked at you and felt like I had found something familiar in a world that had always felt strange. Or maybe it was the way you made silence feel less lonely.

They say love is supposed to be gentle. Safe. Something that makes the world feel lighter. But what if mine was never meant to be that kind of love? What if mine was meant to be the kind that follows you into the darkest hours, the kind that refuses to disappear even when everything else does?

I loved you in every version of myself.
In the girl who was afraid to feel too much. In the girl who pretended she didn't care. In the girl who knew she should let go, but still looked back one last time.

And maybe that's the cruelest thing about loving someone—sometimes, you don't even need them to stay. You just need the feeling to have been real.

So if one day you ask me whether I regret loving you, I think I'll smile and say no.
Because even if it ruined something inside me, even if it left a thousand unanswered questions behind, even if I had to lose pieces of myself just to understand what it meant to love you…

I would still choose you.

Not because you were perfect.
Not because you saved me.
But because somewhere between the darkness and the light, between wanting you and knowing I shouldn't, you became my favorite kind of beautiful tragedy.

And perhaps, in another life, I would find you again.
Perhaps I would love you more quietly.
More carefully.
Without fear.

But in this one…
I think I was always meant to love you a little too much.

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