I still love you. You know that, right?
I always did, probably always will—
even when I told myself I didn’t,
even when I pretended I was fine.

I never was good at letting things go,
never knew how to untangle
the threads that kept pulling me back,
even when I wanted to break free,
even when I knew I should.

I held on because the world seemed colder
without your warmth in it.
I held on because somewhere in me,
I thought maybe you still...