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Last ‘scenario’… for now .

You used to speak about devotion like it was something sacred.

Hero worship.

Most devoted.

You said it like it meant something permanent.

We never looked into each other’s eyes.. and still… it went further than most things that are real.

People would assume it was you.That you were the one drawn in, the one losing ground.

That you were the only one feeling it.

They’d be wrong….

It wasn’t you, exactly. It was your mind. Your poetry.

The way you could take something abstract… and make it feel real.

And yet… I never stepped out of my role.

I never gave you more than I chose to.

That’s the difference between us.

You felt it… and stepped back to protect yourself.

I felt it… and remained exactly where I was.

But because we experienced the same thing…

in completely different ways.

You were trying not to lose yourself.

I was never at risk of that. In moments where something real existed…I never stopped being in control of it.

And maybe that’s the only honest ending this kind of thing ever has.

Not collapse.

Not loss.

Just two people who felt something real…

and only one of them decided it was too much to carry..