Love left it's shoes at my door

I knew love had no permanence with you, and still, I laid myself bare. I stripped away all the pomp and color I presented to the world, washed off the facade just to let you in.Love, after all, is no stranger to endings.You will love with all the galaxies inside you. But when the tides shift and love leaves, a part of you will die. Each day becomes a small funeral for the dreams you etched in sand. You’ll find yourself unsure how to speak about them, because even in its heartbreak, the love you shared gave you a deeper understanding of what love could be.You’ll rewrite poems in your sleep, searching for better endings. Your friends will watch you fall, again and again, until the pain becomes something that reshapes you. You’ll dismantle yourself, piece by piece, trying to make sense of memories that once felt like safety. The meals you cook will taste unfamiliar. You’ll cry over dishes. You’ll slide down the walls. The weight of it all will settle in your bones.But love doesn’t truly leave. It evolves. The echo of their laughter in your chest will make room for your own. The way they painted your world with their favorite colors? Eventually, you’ll discover new shades, ones you would have never known with them.So say goodbye, however it comes to you. Whisper it into the rain as it taps against your window. Say it with dry humor, through clenched teeth, or soaked in tears. Say it with tenderness. Say it with rage. There is no perfect way to let go, so long as you’re walking back toward yourself.You are no stranger to endings. You've walked through ruins before. You’ve held your broken heart in trembling hands. You’ve rebuilt yourself from silence. You've learned what it means to leave, even after living lifetimes inside someone else. This won't break you! It cannot.Tears will come, and they will comfort. They’ll wash away the poetry you once wove through every crevice of your love story. Oceans will call your name, because the pain is too vast for tears alone to carry it away.You’ll struggle to sleep in the bed where you once vowed forever. You’ll lie in other places just to escape the weight of their scent on your pillows. You’ll ache deeply, until you understand that the hardest journey is always the one that leads back to yourself.In time, you’ll let that love go with the change of seasons. You won’t curse their name, because love and hate cannot live in the same space. You’ll remember the way they held you in your darkest hours and how real that comfort felt. You won’t blame them for what you shared, even if it ended.so you sit with the ache,let it hum its sad melody.You call it teacher, call it mirror,call it proof of your depth,You remember that even stars dim,even oceans pull away.And love, even love,is not always a home to stay. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit bintaisha.substack.com This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit bintaisha.substack.com