I gave you more than ten years.
My time, my trust, my hopes.
You were the center of my world,
the story I thought would never end.
I don’t regret loving you.
It shaped me, it carved me,
taught me what devotion costs.
But if I could go back,
I wouldn’t do it again.
Not out of hate.
Just knowing what it took,
and what it left behind.
Some lessons are too heavy
to learn twice.
