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I thought it was love
<p><em>I thought love sounded like</em></p><p><em>late-night calls</em></p><p><em>that stretched until sleep</em></p><p><em>stole our voices.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I thought it lived</em></p><p><em>inside every “I love you,”</em></p><p><em>every text that lit up my screen</em></p><p><em>like a promise</em></p><p><em>the dark could never swallow.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I mistook consistency</em></p><p><em>for forever,</em></p><p><em>attention</em></p><p><em>for devotion,</em></p><p><em>and hope</em></p><p><em>for truth.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I was busy</em></p><p><em>building a home</em></p><p><em>from your words,</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>while you were only</em></p><p><em>passing through.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>You were the book—</em></p><p><em>complete,</em></p><p><em>bound,</em></p><p><em>destined to continue</em></p><p><em>long after I was gone.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I was only a chapter.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>A few pages</em></p><p><em>you lingered on,</em></p><p><em>until the story</em></p><p><em>asked for someone else.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I stayed,</em></p><p><em>thinking I’d make it</em></p><p><em>to the ending.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>You closed the cover</em></p><p><em>without looking back.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Now I reread</em></p><p><em>every memory,</em></p><p><em>searching for the place</em></p><p><em>where love ended</em></p><p><em>and convenience began.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Maybe it was always written</em></p><p><em>between the lines—</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>that I was never</em></p><p><em>your forever.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Just a page</em></p><p><em>you folded,</em></p><p><em>a chapter</em></p><p><em>you finished,</em></p><p><em>a name</em></p><p><em>the next story</em></p><p><em>would never mention.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>And somehow,</em></p><p><em>the cruelest part isn’t</em></p><p><em>that you left.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>It’s that I loved you</em></p><p><em>like the ending of my story,</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>while to you,</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I was only</em></p><p><em>a paragraph</em></p><p><em>you’d already forgotten</em></p>
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