Words I’ll Never Say to the Man I Can No Longer Reach

Words are beautiful. To create them, I let my fingers dance across the keys in a soothing, almost therapeutic rhythm. In doing so, my thoughts and emotions spill out—sentiments that will reach minds far away, those who can't hear my voice anymore. Today, you are just another one of those distant souls I can no longer touch. And so, here are words I’ll never say to the man I once knew but who has slipped beyond my reach.

Let me tell you what it’s like to be told you are everything—perfect, cherished, protected. Let me show you the emotions that surge through a young woman’s heart when she’s led to believe she is someone's "forever." There’s a hope, a sense of safety, that blossoms when she lets down walls that she thought would never fall. I let my guard down, piece by fragile piece, as your love drew me closer. But I can’t put into words what it felt like when you took all of that and shattered it into something unrecognizable. There aren’t enough words to capture that kind of loss.

I want you to know that I loved you. I loved you through every high and low you brought into my life. I loved you on the easy days when your smile was kind, and I loved you on the hard days when you were a stranger to me. I loved you through the changes, through the shifting sands of time, and yes, I even loved you when you decided you didn’t love me anymore. A part of me probably still does, even now, as I sit alone in the dark, tears streaming hot down my face, feeling the weight of disappointment and loss.

But the truth is, as much as I loved you, I never lost myself. I still know what love is.

The difference between us is simple: my love does not waver. It is a love that is deep and steady, rooted in my soul. It’s a love I was taught as a child—a love that withstands hurt, that chooses hope when everything seems broken. I know people will hurt me; they have, and they will again. They will love me, and they will leave me. Some, like you, will do both. You may have shattered my heart, but you did not destroy my love.

Because love, real love, is not something that shatters. It’s not a fragile thing to be taken or broken. Love is something that lives inside of us, even when it's bruised. It is the force that carries forgiveness and strength. It’s the faith that holds us together when the world lets us down. Love is the ability to see our own worth, even when others fail to recognize it. It is a light that refuses to be extinguished, no matter how dark the night becomes.

You broke my heart, but you did not break my love.

I know that somewhere inside of you, there is a capacity to understand love. My hope—rooted in the same love you couldn’t destroy—is that one day, you might truly recognize what it means. Maybe you will. Maybe you won’t. But even if you never do, it doesn’t change what I know to be true.

This is not a letter about simple heartbreak. This is about something more profound—a realization that love is the most powerful force we have. Tonight, I will allow myself to shed a few more tears in your name. I will remember you in the songs we sang together and in moments that would have once made you smile. I will grieve. But I will be OK.

I will be OK because the love I carry is resilient and true. No matter how many times my heart is bruised or betrayed, love will remain mine. It’s not something you can take from me—no one can, not even you.

So I will keep writing. I will keep letting my fingers move to that gentle, comforting rhythm. I will keep pouring my heart out into words that echo the love I still believe in. And maybe one day, someone else will read these words and feel the warmth of a love that never gives up, even when it’s been tested and torn.

This love, my love, will always remain. 

DADA