We have in Allah a hope that never disappoints.
Maybe love
isn’t about waiting for a better time,
but valuing what you have
before there is no next time.
I know I made mistakes.
I let my doubts become words
that probably hurt more than I understood
and I know I could have listened better.
We felt too much,
and sometimes spoke too harshly.
The tension, the emotions
they made it harder for us to understand each other.
On Sunday,
I saw your car pass by.
Such a small moment,
yet it brought everything back.
Life is too short to let hurt be the last thing between us. August isn’t over yet.
And through all the noise,
one feeling still remains:
I miss you.
