One day

 just maybe one day you'll realize that

my love for you was real and that all

i ever wanted was to make you happy.

maybe one day you'll realize that my love for you was real -

that it wasn't something temporary or convenient, but

something deep, steady, and sincere. everything i ever did

for you came from a place of genuine care. i didn't love you

halfway or without hesitation; i loved you with intention, with

patience, and with a quiet hope that you felt it in all the little

things i did. all i ever wanted was to see you happy, even if it

meant putting your needs before my own more times than i

should have. and maybe that realization will come long after

i've learned to let go, after i've stopped looking back and

wondering what more i could have done. i hope when it does,

you understand that my love was never something you  had to

question - it was always there, constant and true. i didn't

need anything grand in return, just the reassurance that it

mattered to you too. but even if you never fully see it, i'll carry

the truth with me: that i loved you honestly, and that kind of

love, even when unreturned, is never wasted.