There was a time when our future felt intertwined, when every dream you whispered seemed like it had a place for me in it too. We were building something together—or at least I thought we were. But somewhere along the way, those dreams changed, and I was no longer a part of them.
I still remember the exact moment I realized. It was in the small pauses between your sentences, the silence after the things you once said with certainty. It hurt—deeper than I thought it would.
I had always imagined us walking the same path, side by side, but now, it feels like I’ve been left behind.
At first, I didn’t just feel hurt—I was angry. Angry at you for leaving me out of the picture, and angry at myself for not noticing the signs earlier.
We promised each other everything, didn’t we?
How could you have decided that my place in your future was no longer a priority?
I tried to hold on. I tried to remind you of what we once had, what we once dreamed of. Maybe if I said the right words or did the right things, I could make you remember, make you want me back in that vision of your life.
I bargained with memories, with the hope that we could still find our way back to each other.
But slowly, I came to understand—somewhere deep inside me—that no amount of bargaining could bring back what was already gone. You had moved on, and the future you were planning no longer had space for me in it. It wasn’t a decision I made willingly, but a truth that settled in, heavy and undeniable.
Even though I’ve stopped bargaining, the hurt lingers. Letting go of shared dreams isn’t easy. I’m still learning how to live without the "we" I once believed in, and some days, it feels like I’m lost in a life that was never mine to begin with.
But I guess that’s the hardest part—realizing that even though I’m no longer part of your dreams, they still haunt me.
