The Maybe Trap 🐾

A little hope can keep a heart waiting for years.

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I think the cruelest habit I ever built

was loving people
I could never have.

Not because they were perfect.

Not because they promised me anything.

But because hope is a stubborn thing,
and sometimes it survives
long after reality has left the room.

I kept finding reasons to stay.

A text.
A smile.
A maybe.

Turning crumbs into feasts,
silence into meaning,
distance into devotion.

The truth?

They were living their life.

I was living in the idea of them.

And that’s the part nobody talks about.

How you can miss someone
who was never really yours.

How your heart can remain loyal
to a story
that never actually happened.

These days,

I don’t hate them.