some losses are not accidents — they become the poetry you never wanted to write.
That was the day I lost someone…
not just someone, but a part of my life.
At that time, I didn’t realize how important she was to me.
I thought everything was normal…
but slowly, I understood —
I had lost a diamond… someone rare… someone irreplaceable.
And then… life gave me one more chance.
She came back into my life…
but maybe I wasn’t good enough to keep her again.
Because of my own mistakes… my own actions…
I lost her… again.
This time, I knew everything…
I knew her value…
I knew how much I loved her…
and still… I couldn’t keep her.
“Losing her once was my ignorance…
but losing her twice…
that was my fault.”
And this is the regret I will carry forever.
Even if I get everything in life…
success, money, happiness…
there will always be one pain inside me —
that I lost the person who meant everything to me… not once, but twice.
You were never just a person in my life…
you were my peace… my happiness… my everything.
You are still more important to me than myself.
No matter how much time passes…
no matter how far you go…
you will always be my first priority.
If someday you ever need me…
I promise, I’ll be there for you…
even if you don’t call me.
I regret my mistakes…
I regret hurting you…
I am really sorry, Molu… 💔
Maybe I don’t deserve you anymore…
but my love for you will never change.
I will always love you…
Forever… My Molu 873 ❤️
If you’re reading this, Molu…
I don’t know what I deserve anymore…
but I just want to ask you one thing…
please give me one chance… at least as a friend.
I don’t want to become a stranger in your life…
not after everything we had…
Even if it’s just friendship…
I promise, I’ll value it more than anything.
a whisper across every broken timeline
i'm not asking for the world. just a coffee, a single laugh, a minute where we exist again. your presence is the only address my heart remembers.
every heartbeat carries your name, Molu 873.