You gave—
and I received.
But somewhere in the giving,
you forgot your own name.
And I watched you vanish
in the shadow of what you thought
love was supposed to be.
So now,
if this is what you call—freedom,
then let me be the one
to set you free.
Not because you chose me last—
but because you finally chose you.
And maybe—
That’s what you should’ve done
from the very beginning.
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*image: zach miller / unsplash
