In the end, when everything fades,
when memories soften and time reshapes,
when the pain becomes a quiet trace—
there will still be you… in some small place.
Not as regret, not as sorrow,
not as something I'd undo tomorrow,
but as a story I once lived through,
a chapter where I truly loved you.
We didn't last, we didn't stay,
we couldn't find a better way.
But that doesn't take away the truth—
that for a while, I had you.
And maybe that's what matters most,
not how it ended, not what we lost,
but that in this life, among so few—
I got the chance to love you.
And in the end…
that's enough. 💖