Dear Habibi,

Dear Habibi,

Dear Habibi,

I think of you every day when I water the garden you built for me. When I close my eyes at night I think about all the things I could have said, all the missed opportunities to hold your hand, all the “what if’s”, and the “should haves”. Yet I know that none of these regrets would have changed the outcome because you aren’t in love with me. 

I hope one day you realize I didn’t leave you because I wanted to. I left because you grew distant and you stopped believing. I knew deep down inside this was over the moment you said you gave up.

I will never forget you.


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