In hopes

I know you don’t want me.

I’m not stupid, I see it in your silence, your distance.

The way your words don’t put any effort anymore.

But I stay, I stay because a part of me holds on to the tiniest shred of hope that maybe, just maybe one random Wednesday you’ll wake up and change your mind — that you’ll see me, really see me and realise I was worth it all along.

It’s not easy living in this limbo — caught between the reality I feel and the dreams I refuse to let go of.

I tell myself I’ll leave — that maybe you deserve better.

But every time I try, my heart convinces me to wait a little longer because just in case.

I know it’s foolish and I know I’m probably hurting more than anything else.

But the thought of giving up on you feels heavier than the pain of staying.

So here I am — hoping for that Wednesday to come, even if deep down I know it might not arrive sooner 

 at all.

Know that I can love you quietly.