YOU WON'T FORGET ME. - by Quillnomzy

You could've had me. You know that, right? You could've had all of me the late-night conversations, the inside jokes, the way I looked at you like you hung the moon, the way I would've loved you if you'd just let me. But you didn't. You kept me at arm's length, close enough to feel safe, far enough to stay free. You wanted me as a maybe, as a backup plan, as something you could return to if nothing better came along. And I stayed. God, I stayed. I stayed through the mixed signals, the hot and cold, the "I miss you" followed by silence, the plans you made and broke, the moments you made me feel seen and then invisible. I stayed because I thought if I just loved you hard enough, you'd let me in. But you never did. You never let me close enough to really love you. You were too scared, too guarded, too busy protecting yourself to realize you were losing me. And now I'm gone. Not because I stopped caring. Not because I stopped hoping. But because I finally realized you were never going to choose me. So go ahead. Find someone else. Tell yourself she's prettier, easier, less complicated. Tell yourself I wanted too much, moved too fast, felt too deeply. Convince yourself you made the right choice. But here's what I know: Time will cast a spell on you. Days will pass. Weeks. Months. Maybe years. And one day, in a quiet moment, you'll think of me. You'll remember the way I laughed at your jokes. The way I listened when you talked. The way I saw you really saw you and stayed anyway. You'll remember the way I loved you when you wouldn't let me. And you'll wonder. You'll wonder if you made a mistake. You'll wonder what we could've been if you'd been brave enough to find out. You'll wonder if anyone else will ever look at you the way I did. And the answer is no. Because I didn't just like you. I didn't just want you. I chose you. Even when you were confused. Even when you were inconsistent. Even when you gave me every reason to walk away. I chose you. And you chose fear. So here's my promise: I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice haunts you. Not literally. Not desperately. But in the way that I'll always be the one that got away. The one you could've had. The one you let slip through your fingers because you were too scared or too selfish or too convinced there was something better out there. I'll be the song you can't get out of your head. The name you accidentally search for when you're scrolling late at night. The memory that shows up uninvited when someone asks if you've ever been in love. You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you. Not because I'm clinging. But because real love the kind I offered you doesn't just disappear. It lingers. It echoes. It haunts. And one day, when you're with someone else, someone safer, someone who doesn't ask for all of you, you'll realize: I could've loved you. I *would've* loved you. But you wouldn't let me. And that, more than anything, will be what haunts you most. So go. Move on. Forget me if you can. But know this: Time cast a spell on you. And I'll be part of it. Forever. Whether you want me to be or not. You won't forget me. I made sure of that.

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