The grief of understanding stayed your hand from writing that message that it was cruel.. you bore witness to the development of the other while acknowledging the deficit within yourself… powerful reflections and repair through this Imi, thank you for sharing it 🫶🌌💯
It really was more like an inner exhale for me I think to write this. Everything happened very recently and I realised I got lost in someone else’s narrative and forgot that I had one as well. I’m glad that line about cruel landed. I think it tells a lot about perception. I’m glad you caught it. Thank you so much for reading and engaging so thoughtfully Miles, it means a lot.🤍
That’s great to hear, I don’t know how hard it is to write this personal, whether it’s difficult or like opening a window. You touched on a point there that I see in a lot of conflicting narratives between relations. Happy to hear it!
Aching and beautiful because you reflect and see things in yourself that others often miss. This line jumped out at me: "I wished to be chosen, too." That wish caused me more heartaches than I care to admit... until I finally traced it back to its root. Thank you for another gem. <3
Keep your heart soft, somewhere In the stream time if it all. There’s a resignation the he still thinks and know about your presence. Nothing known or unknown about it. You know!
It’s not about what happens, you make it happen because you remain firm in your own beliefs convictions and soul. 🌬️✨🌙💫☀️🪽✨
There are times where I think the same way you do but I’m not sure still I’m not also closed for that possibility. But I’m not going to sit and wait around. If it happens, it happens.
So we’ll see.
Thank you so much for leaving such a thoughtful comment Michael. Your words felt very soothing and it meant a lot to read them.
Do you think he closed it? What’s something you would want him to understand that there’s nothing to be afraid of? Do you think it’s fear or something else holding him back?
I’m thinking maybe he never really experienced the interaction the way I did. But whenever I think of it that way, my mind circles back to that notebook. Why would someone buy such a thoughtful gift for somebody who they don’t really care much but who they see just for the sake of it. What’s your take?
I’d have to say how and what your notebook says about the mental and emotional state he was or happened to be in? Gifts are always a welcome,how they are presented is a different light in itself.
I think the part that got me the most about it was for it too carry my initials. That made it feel too personal. My heart at the time became more affectionate after that gift. And if it was just bought for the sake of it while he was in love with another, that just makes him a cruel person from where I see it.
the honesty is both heart breaking & honestly, a saving grace in the end; being someone's second choice is only worse to not knowing you're simply the second choice
I’m sorry for being as late in my reply I guess while I kept listening its audio, somehow I think that kept me away from facing the reality of the situation while it allowed me to romanticise it through poetry. But returning to the comments had a way of grounding me to what happened and maybe I postponed that.
Thank you so much for feeling the ache that arrives with the truth of this situation. Your presence here means a lot to me.
the whole poem builds to that one word and it lands exactly as hard as it should. not a fight, not cruelty — just an honest answer that the face couldn't carry.
"i was not mourning what was lost. i was mourning what could have been." that's the particular ache that's hardest to name. the grief for a future that only ever existed in possibility.
the notebook embossed with your initials is the detail that undoes me. something that specific, held alone.
That’s indeed the most heartbreaking part. Not only the fact that he’d choose her but the fact that he was honest about it. There wasn’t a disagreement a conflict. Just two people removing their hands from each other and departing ways.
The notebook… that’s the only part I still cannot wrap my mind around but I guess I should stop trying to. Because why?
That doesn’t sound like what someone who was never present with you would do. I think my attachment or the meaning that I tied to all of this was largely related with that notebook before everything happened.
Thank you so much for engaging so thoughtfully and feeling it with me.
So much is foretold yet never happens. It's the worst part of being when all signs point to expectations that never happen.
Realising that what you fore sought was never really same as theirs is the worst. It is hurtful.
Thank you for being here.
The grief of understanding stayed your hand from writing that message that it was cruel.. you bore witness to the development of the other while acknowledging the deficit within yourself… powerful reflections and repair through this Imi, thank you for sharing it 🫶🌌💯
It really was more like an inner exhale for me I think to write this. Everything happened very recently and I realised I got lost in someone else’s narrative and forgot that I had one as well. I’m glad that line about cruel landed. I think it tells a lot about perception. I’m glad you caught it. Thank you so much for reading and engaging so thoughtfully Miles, it means a lot.🤍
That’s great to hear, I don’t know how hard it is to write this personal, whether it’s difficult or like opening a window. You touched on a point there that I see in a lot of conflicting narratives between relations. Happy to hear it!
I almost OD'd on his drug - too many times
"Slowly, he became
a sedative
to my nervous system"
Aching and beautiful because you reflect and see things in yourself that others often miss. This line jumped out at me: "I wished to be chosen, too." That wish caused me more heartaches than I care to admit... until I finally traced it back to its root. Thank you for another gem. <3
Where were you Imi? I was missing your work..this is hauntingly beautiful ❤️
Aww this comment made my day. Thank you so much, my love. I missed it too ❤️
Damn that was really heartbreaking and beautiful Imi. Nice work.
Thank you so much Seb 🤍 it means a lot. I’m glad that you felt it
Unfortunately, I tend to feel everything.
We are at the same boat
It’s a gift and a curse. 💜
Keep your heart soft, somewhere In the stream time if it all. There’s a resignation the he still thinks and know about your presence. Nothing known or unknown about it. You know!
It’s not about what happens, you make it happen because you remain firm in your own beliefs convictions and soul. 🌬️✨🌙💫☀️🪽✨
There are times where I think the same way you do but I’m not sure still I’m not also closed for that possibility. But I’m not going to sit and wait around. If it happens, it happens.
So we’ll see.
Thank you so much for leaving such a thoughtful comment Michael. Your words felt very soothing and it meant a lot to read them.
What are you waiting for? I work with horses. The most difficult ones turned out to be the ones I took the time patience and longest to teach.
I don’t know Michael. It feels like the window is closed. He is one of the good ones but it feels like he’s at another narrative.
Do you think he closed it? What’s something you would want him to understand that there’s nothing to be afraid of? Do you think it’s fear or something else holding him back?
I’m thinking maybe he never really experienced the interaction the way I did. But whenever I think of it that way, my mind circles back to that notebook. Why would someone buy such a thoughtful gift for somebody who they don’t really care much but who they see just for the sake of it. What’s your take?
I’d have to say how and what your notebook says about the mental and emotional state he was or happened to be in? Gifts are always a welcome,how they are presented is a different light in itself.
I think the part that got me the most about it was for it too carry my initials. That made it feel too personal. My heart at the time became more affectionate after that gift. And if it was just bought for the sake of it while he was in love with another, that just makes him a cruel person from where I see it.
the honesty is both heart breaking & honestly, a saving grace in the end; being someone's second choice is only worse to not knowing you're simply the second choice
I’m sorry for being as late in my reply I guess while I kept listening its audio, somehow I think that kept me away from facing the reality of the situation while it allowed me to romanticise it through poetry. But returning to the comments had a way of grounding me to what happened and maybe I postponed that.
Thank you so much for feeling the ache that arrives with the truth of this situation. Your presence here means a lot to me.
Haunting.
I'm glad it stayed with you. Many thanks
So glad you are back :) Beautiful work as always 🌸
Thank you so much! It really means a lot.
Great work
Thank you so much!
After listening to you (or someone) read this, I read it and I enjoyed it much more reading your wonderful poem. Beautiful! ✨
Thank you so much Michèle, it means a lot to me🤍
Good writing.
Raw emotions laid out for all to witness
Thank you so much!
"yes," he said. "i would choose her."
the whole poem builds to that one word and it lands exactly as hard as it should. not a fight, not cruelty — just an honest answer that the face couldn't carry.
"i was not mourning what was lost. i was mourning what could have been." that's the particular ache that's hardest to name. the grief for a future that only ever existed in possibility.
the notebook embossed with your initials is the detail that undoes me. something that specific, held alone.
That’s indeed the most heartbreaking part. Not only the fact that he’d choose her but the fact that he was honest about it. There wasn’t a disagreement a conflict. Just two people removing their hands from each other and departing ways.
The notebook… that’s the only part I still cannot wrap my mind around but I guess I should stop trying to. Because why?
That doesn’t sound like what someone who was never present with you would do. I think my attachment or the meaning that I tied to all of this was largely related with that notebook before everything happened.
Thank you so much for engaging so thoughtfully and feeling it with me.
I always appreciate you. A lot.
You inspired me to create an image. !
That’s honestly one of the biggest gifts I could ask from my writing. To give someone even just a spark of inspiration.
So amazing. A realization
Thank you so much!