A Beautiful Ending, or a New Beginning?

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After almost a year, we met again.
We saw each other.

You’ve changed a lot — I told you that.
You said I still looked the same.

We had coffee, shared a drink from the same cup, and you agreed to come home with me — to the family that once called you their own. You were there again, and it felt so familiar. So soft. So quietly significant.

We talked about life — where we’ve been, how we’ve changed, how the world moved forward even without each other.
And maybe because I know you too well, I caught it. That moment when something you said didn’t feel like the truth. I didn’t call it out. I didn’t have to. I knew.

Maybe it was a lie.
Maybe it was protection — for you, for me, for whatever we still didn’t have the words for.

But here’s what I do know:

That night could have been the start of something new…
or it could’ve been the closure I didn’t know I was waiting for.

I love you. That much I’m sure of.
God knows how much I love you — even after everything.
But maybe what we shared that night, what passed between us in conversation and silence, was the moment my heart finally understood:
this might be our beautiful ending.

Still — I want you.
I want us.
I want forever.

But I’ve also learned that life doesn’t always give us what we want.
Maybe you’re not mine in this lifetime.
Maybe in the next.

And yet… somehow, I still hope.

You spent nearly 12 hours with me. You didn’t have to, but you did. When I asked what my place was in your life now, you said, “I don’t know.”
And that uncertainty — that vulnerability — gave me hope.

It meant you’re still figuring it out too.
And maybe, just maybe, we can figure it out together.

So many things pointed to something unfinished.
That you showed up.
That you stayed.
That you let yourself be close again.
Maybe that was the sign: there’s still something here.

Maybe when the dust settles, when we stop being afraid, when we’re ready…
we’ll find each other again — with more clarity, more courage.

Because in my heart, I still believe:
We were always meant to.

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