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And believe me when I say—I’m sorry.I’m sorry for not being able to forget my feelings for you, even after I promised I would try. I truly meant it when I said I’d let go, that I’d move forward. But some feelings don’t fade just because we want them to. Some hearts don’t know how to stop caring, even when they’re told to.
So if I ever seem distant, unsure, or still quietly holding on… it’s not because I’m trying to stay stuck. It’s because part of me still feels something real. And I’m sorry if that love lingers in ways it shouldn’t.
I long for you in the most innocent ways—16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVKqN5KAteM
In the quiet moments when your name crosses my mind without warning.
In the songs that remind me of how you made me feel, without even trying.
In the little daydreams where we’re simply sitting side by side, saying nothing, yet feeling everything.
It’s not a longing that demands or expects.
It’s gentle. Soft. Patient.
Just the kind that hopes you’re okay… and wishes, in some small, unspoken part of me, that maybe you think of me too.
Yet at the same time, I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
I should be moving on, learning to let go, reminding myself of all the reasons why this love no longer has a place to stay. I should be closing the door gently, not lingering by it, hoping for a knock that may never come.
But feelings don’t always follow reason. And while my mind tells me to let go, my heart still quietly holds on—caught between what I know and what I still feel.
It’s the simple questions I find myself asking about you—from a dear friend, in passing, in quiet curiosity—that somehow keep my love alive. It may seem small, almost casual. But behind each one is a heart that still cares, still wonders, still loves in silence. Even if I no longer have the right to ask, even if the answers never reach me… the asking alone is enough to keep a soft part of you living in me.
