Girls love to say, I’d love him forever
as if love alone could keep something alive.
But forever isn’t just a promise, it’s a test.
It’s choosing someone even when the warmth fades,
when the laughter stops,
when all that’s left is silence and a memory that used to feel like home.
They talk about dying for love,
but I’ve died a thousand times in the name of it
in the waiting, in the forgiving,
in the moments I begged to be enough.
Tell me, what’s love worth
if it only survives in the easy parts?
Will you still hold me when I’m not soft,
when my eyes are tired,
when my heart feels heavy with everything it’s carried?
Forever sounds beautiful in a heartbeat,
but real love lives in the ache
in the staying when it hurts,
in the growing when it’s hard,
in the quiet hope that maybe this time,
someone won’t leave when it stops being simple.
Because I don’t want someone to die for me.
I want someone to live for me.
To stay.
To choose me in the chaos.
To look at my cracks and say,
‘I’ll love you anyway.
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