Echoes of a Heartfelt Farewell: Releasing Love to Find Itself

When I professed my love, it was an offering of my very essence. I immersed myself in your narratives, connecting with the experiences that shaped you. I felt the echoes of your past—its sorrow, its joy, its tranquility, and its affection. But did my heart’s resonance reach you? Declaring my love was a journey to comprehend the origins of your endearing, crooked smile and the spark in your gaze when you reminisce about bygone affections. Your cherished hues, your sweet indulgences, the signature of your stance—do you recognize these in me? My love was a vow to soothe your sorrows, a shared confession of our deepest shadows. Have my words found a home within you? My love was genuine, unwavering. Was yours? Yet, to truly love you, I must first embrace self-love. Thus, I bid you farewell, with wishes of well-being and a love as profound as the one I was prepared to bestow. You are worthy of such love, and I hope it finds you. This is the depth of my love for you—letting go, accepting you might never return, acknowledging you may never grasp the magnitude.

By: YV @notesformysoulmate